Tweedy Bird Loc - Wut Dat Mafia Like lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Spider] CRENSHAW MAFIA GANGSTER BLOODS I'ma claim my hood till I'm buried in mud To you Crab motherf**ers ain't no stoppin' me Best be watchin' this, young G it all time I'm that lil' n***a that they call the creepy crawler, yes y'all It's the G Spider from the Mafia Flowin' and goin' to the top But I live in the Bottoms To say I got problems (C-K) I got 'em Now let me wreck or check the microphone I'm a young Dog lookin' for my bone Roaming strong through the I-N-G Up Crenshaw with my n***a Bandini Beamin', flamin', young G's bangin' The next generation gonna do the same thangin' If you're in the hood gon' be the first get caught up in the mix Shaking 'em like dice ?? four leaf (aw sh**) 'bout to go first verse done Hot like the sun and fire like a gun, fool [Hook: Lil' Hawk & G-Spider] S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like We don't give a f**, we don't give a sh** Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like [Verse 2: G-Spider & Lil' Hawk] 10-4 that's the intro on the next verse I stomp you to the dirt And make sure it hurt That'll work A young G representin' the B Down with the C-K on C-K Century Bangin' on the enemies, everybody's a danger Everybody's stranger, one in the chamber While I'm servin' and swervin', swoopin' and woopin' On the O.G. West Side lootin' and shootin' Scootin', gettin' the f** outta dodge And smokin' them Crabs that be the job Robbin' and stealin' k**in' and chillin' in the hood West Westside Inglewood Motherf**ers s**er lolly b**h-made Who wanna get sprayed like some goddamn braids Approach this like a ?? trick you die Another C-M-G West Side C-K Ride And it ain't over Blood, we still gettin' high Way up in the sky wut dat Mafia like [Hook: Lil' Hawk & G-Spider] S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like We don't give a f**, we don't give a sh** Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like [Verse 3: Lil' Hawk] Special guest your request, motherf**er, it's me With my dog S-P, Lil' Hawk Y-G-B Two riders that be Gettin' they bang on From 1-0-4 Aw, you didn't know? You can't f** - wit' Me and my n***a from rappin' and scrappin', my finger's on the trigga And how in the f** did you figure you don't wanna be me The West Side Inglewood B-D-O-G, I got love For - all my real n***as All the cap peelers and all the Crab k**ers C is for Crenshaw M is for Mafia L is for Little and H is for Hawk Taking 'em down and I'm breaking 'em down too C-M-G to the B n***a, I thought you knew, but you Didn't - so it's a**ed out when me and S-P in the motherf**in' house [Hook: Lil' Hawk & G-Spider] S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like We don't give a f**, we don't give a sh** Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like...