104% No Kut

Oh yeah *****

We back in this mutha****a

For the [backward word] ***** with the **** ***** (West Side)

West Side *****, you know I'm sayin'

(... mutha****in' cut man)

Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood, *****

You know I'm sayin'? On the solo-bolo tip, *****

(Representin')

Yeah *****, a 104% No Kut ***** (that's right)

You know I'm sayin'

Busta-ass *****s you know I'm sayin'

Couldn't even look out for the homies and ****, you know I'm sayin'

Coward-ass *****s you know I'm sayin'

(Real BLOODS!)

*****-ass *****s you know I'm sayin'

Still tryin' to pay the roll you know I'm sayin'

Like they just G you know I'm sayin' (bustas)

Don't wanna get the homies their props though but uhm...

I'm 'bout to give it up for my *****s though, you know what I'm sayin'

It's Damu For Life, ***** (West Side - Inglewood)

It's the Hood for life *****, you know what I'm sayin'

(*****!)

Inglewood For Life, *****

We don't give a ****, *****

104% No-Mutha****in'-Kut *****

Drop the beat *****!

A 104% No Kut

(Mutha****as out there can't fade me...)

(Lil' Hawk)

A hundred and four percent no kut on this mutha****in' flow

Non-stop freestyle just to let you *****s know that

I don't need no ****in' pen and paper

Keep it one in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y.G. Gangsta

Ain't no mutha****in' joke so you best to recognize

You can't **** with this, this the O.G. West Side

The best side, now let me get my slip and slide on

WOOP WOOP in the Coup, ??? get my glide on

Ride on up this... um... biggety block

I got my hand on my giggety Glock and watch me piggety pop

You gets mopped, if you want to scrap

And if you didn't know Inglewood is on the m-eez-ap

Red and black Pumas on my feet when I step

And I don't give a **** about you trying to get no rep

You better know

This I am - who you ****in' with

Red Riding through your hood makin' these *****s duck quick

You little *****, you want to step to the black top

***** I ain't never had no mutha****in' flat top

Four braids goin' to the back

Keepin' all the hoes riding on my ****ack

And no kut to the punks that ain't down with this ****

I'm Lil' Hawk from the Mafia and I keep on makin' hits after hit

On these *****-ass *****s

Wanna be a G suppose to be ass killas

Cupcake booty-ass ***** what's up?

Want you come through the hood and let me play with your butt

You's a *****, coward written all over your face

And all busta-ass *****s must stay in their place

I'm tryin' to warn ya - to um...

Not get shot - with this mutha****in' Glock

You get the blood clot

It don't stop, I set up my clip and set trip

Whatever the ****in' tape fool

Where ***** that makin' his grip and um...

It don't matter what - label I'm on

Just as long as I'm gettin' paid when I'm on the microphone

Now who wanna ****ing come test my skills

You can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled

The **** back just like the banana

And I'm comin' mo' G than Tony Montana

I keep it slammin' like N-B-A jam

Like N.W.A. when they ****ed up the program

I might be, I'm too slick on the fade

I'm not Special Ed but you can say I got it made it

And I don't DJ for **** you know I'm quick to **** it up

With a lil' bit of bud and some drink in my cup, now

How many ho's wanna let me ****?

And how many ******* gon' be down for the **** suck?

I gots to have it like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it

My ****'s stick shift and my **** is automatically on duty

Like all of the time

And a ***** like me wanna hit it from behind

I'm not Snoop but I'm quick to diggety-dogg the cut

Making the ******* say: "ooh, don't stop!"

"MAKE MY **** FEEL GOOD!"

And now I'm almost my wayback to the hood

Inglewood

On top of the mutha****in' map

1-0-4/C-M-G and you know where's at

You best to pack your strap

It ain't no mutha****in' rescue

9-1-1 is a mutha****in' joke fool

You gots to deal with the B-D-O-G's

And I'm saggin' to my mutha****in' knees

All I see is murder, death, kill

And that's the ****in' reason why I lie, cheat, and steal

I keeps it rollin'

In this game that I've chosen

Like Ice Cube I'm - leavin' *****s frozen

And don't be caught slippin' when it's after dark

Cause the *****s with no heart be the first to get sparked by

This young-ass mutha****in' G

Two Twenty Third Nineteen Seventy-Three, I'm

Flexin' style like this Crens that I've been

There's no beginning and there is no end, I gets

Wicked

I even gets stupid like my ***** S-P

And we don't smoke loop trick

Is just some pure *********

And **** all y'all Don Juanas

Come take a little trip with me

Back down Mafia Lane on this M-I-C

To the day, I die like my *****s did

Like we promised to

Ever since we was kids

I'ma ride for this, I will die for this

I got a tear on my eye cause I even cry for this

Ride, slide through the West Side

Thinking to myself: ***** I ain't scared to die

Take me, I'm ready **** it

1-8-7 and thank God for lettin' all Dogs go to heaven

This little skinny ***** don't give a ****

104% no mutha****in' kut, *****

Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talkin' about *****

And you think you can get some, *****

Bring it on *****

And you'll be catching mutha****in' slugs to your mutha****in' dome

West Side *****!

And we don't give a **** *****

Inglewood in the mutha****in' house

Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch

Aw **** you know I'm sayin' yeah

It's that bomb **** *****

You just can't **** with this

I know you hate this

Ooh, I know you hate this but you already know ***** YGB's are the braziest!

(Mutha****as out there can't fade me)

Ohh yeea-a-ah

I said CRENSHAW!