Send That Crab Off to Die
[Verse 1: Batman (Evil Bat)]:
Now as I'm maxin', relaxin' at the pad
I'm mad smokin' on the fifty sack, on the phone with the Gangsta Wack
He said he had a lick for some birds, I said I'm wit' it
Come pick me up now, with a Ricket, we gonna split it
50/50 in half, we broke the money in a go-to
Never got caught up in a twist, in '81 I was jackin' fools
I told Gangsta Wack, to bring his shit, yo
I keep a Glock, he brought the K with the hundred round clip, fuck this
I'm paranoid, I'm smokin' weed, I can't think
I need a drink, stop at the liquor store to get me a Night drink
It's on, we gone on a mission
AK, Glock 45, boy, ya comin' up missin'
When you don't listen, and think it's a game 'cause it's drastic
You thinkin' my pistol's fake, because it look plastic
Caskets, are holdin' ya chizzles, what you get
Now get back, you better off dead, so you can die, bitch
Punk or hustler, mothafucka, fool, you betta die, bitch
[Chorus: Evil Bat (Batman) x2]
Send that Crab off, to die
[Verse 2: Lil' Laniak]:
Now when I peep Crabs deep, I creep real slow
If they rollin' down Figueroa, most times they show
Smoke like a blunt, or a hoe with gonorrhea
My 21 shot Glock 9 millimeter
Already cocked, hollows ready to spit
They shit hias some Rickets, Crab bitch, I got an extra clip
Down like a mothafucka, jackin' suckas and bustas
You ain't CK ridin', nigga, fuck ya!
Flamed up promotin' Bloods, every night and they
Rollin' with Denver Lane Gangsta Bloods and Mafias doin' CK's
RedruM, Roaddogg, and Lil' Stretch from the Eastside
On the B side with the Westside, lettin' it be known, worldwide
That the Eastside, Westside, young Blood gangstas
Smoke Crabs for fun, no guns, I gotta shank ya
Make ya say uh, he sank my, battleship
It ain't no shame in my game, I bang and slang 'em
Took it to the opposite, side of that Crab shit
And I think it's about time I correct that Crab bitch, bitch
Don't know Pirus or Bloods, wanna rep? the Crabs?
I put the B side on the C side, on my Bangin' on Wax
[Verse 3: Batman (Evil Bat)]:
Got a little polar, 'cause I'm a baller, the shot caller
Let me act a fuckin' fool, when I'm smokin' water
Pop, my mind just clicked
My niggas from a got just hit, plus my boys kept bustin'
And I'm hopin' they don't, snitch
'Cause at the pad I got 6 birds plus the Chronic sack
A hundred thousand under my bed
Krispies and 20 stacks
I cause a wreck from their own, M&P
To brang the ammunition, baby (?) TEC-9 on a mothafuckin' mission to kill
So what? I'm a murderer, shit
You fuck with me, I'll have your head, and have your whole family hit
Bitch, I kill for money like Al Kapone
Straight laced no cut, conversations on the phone
Drug deals and (?), and threats
"If you dont pay, don't play with my money"
"Motherfucker, you get blown away"
'Cause I'm the type o' nigga that be makin my paper, convict
Lunatic, straight killa and I rape a trick
And the bitch, will get pumped, full of lead
That's why I killed my ex wife, 'cause I caught her givin' head
To some punk motherfucka from my hometown, both hit the ground
"Pop, pop, pop, pop" was the sound, huh
From the .45 Glock that I was bustin' when I do that real gangsta shit
And you can die, bitch
Punk or hustler, motherfucka, boy, you better die, bitch
[Chorus: Evil Bat (Batman) x2]
Send that Crab off, to die
[Verse 4: Dogg]:
Wait for my big break, so I can take in a dash
Still starvin', a hunger for cash
I tweak deep when I think about my income
I gotta get a couple hunnid thou' and then some
Spent some on some yak, play to feel like B rose
Sprinkle some on some hoes, put on and buy some new clothes, and if fools
Got beef and they wanna bee me
I bend my middle to my thumb and fold my pinky
I'm Dogg, can't no Crab whoop me
I fuck my bitch, she givin' birth to my puppy
Gettin' all swole, doin' push-ups, a hunnid a set
Nothin' nice on the dice, collectin' on side bets
And now my point is 8, and that's easy to make
6-deuce get loose, and that's the money I take
Shake the spot, pockets hot, from holdin' the grip
YG D-O-G, I'm out for the chips
[Chorus: Dogg x2]
Send that Crab off, to die
[Verse 5: Gangsta Yank]:
Now let me take this gang shit to another level
It's that brazy nigga Yank from Nickerson Gardens strollin' with the Devil
Gettin' ready for a homicide
So when you bee me and my refrain, get ready to hide
Blood, we on a fuckin' mission
Makin' dates for 'Rips to be dressed by a mortician
And you know, how the Hunters do it
Set trippin'-ass Bloods lookin' for some shit to step to it
Dizzam, I think we found some
Three Crabs in a Regal finna turn up from Bompton
Oh yeah, we gots to get 'em
I grab my Glock, I bust shots at yo' wig, Blood, I gotta split it
And that's the real, the realest me so take it from a thug
- Eastside Five Line Bounty Hunters, Blood!
[Chorus: Gangsta Yank & Lil' Stretch]:
Send that Crab off, to die!
Do it again, (?), yeah!
Send that Crab off, to die!
Wassup, nigga?
What the fuck?
[Verse 6: B-Brazy]:
Ayo, watch the dopefiend, ayo, yo, mane, yo ain't you!
YG B-Braze, Westside Denver Lane gangsta
109 Street's is in the house and hoes is swangin' off them Lanes
Because we got ridas that sittin' on thangs
So, bitch, back the fuck on up
And let this young gangsta Blood grab the mic and go nuts
[Verse 7: Lil' Hawk]:
Comin' right back at ya, nigga, it's the Hawksta
Westside Inglewood, Crenshaw Mafia
It's the M and the L, L and the M, nigga, don't stop
As I bells up the block with my hand on my Glock
And this little nigga, he plays what?
He plays the nigga with the mothafuckin' gun
Sucka punk Crabs for the CMG, DLB
And niggas can't FUCK with the B
