Damu Ridas (Bloods) - True Flue Killer Lyrics

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Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder)



[SPIDER]

You Crab niggas step in tha hood and get burned

Punk motherf*ckers is the lesson to be learn (fool)

It's the land of fire flame, West Side Bottoms Gangs

Bitches on my ??? damn it's a shame

How they swing, how can I explain why the f*ck they keep swingin'

Every time they bee them brazy gangstas from the C-M-G

B-L-O-O-D/C-K/R-I-D/A apostrophie S on the West Side

Niggas know where the hood for life f*ck who's wonder why

Slippin' and slime where my homies high is a kite

Rhyme to you set late night smokin' endo

Lay back in a C Honda Accord lookin' real low

Tint on the window but a body on your block

So I got to shake the spot real quick chop-chop

Hotdamn I couldn't give 'em two blast

So I'm all in traffic off to kill another Crab



Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder)



[PEANUT II]

I hit you up with two L's no cut

If you bangin' give it up

Because these ?? Bloods are so f*ckin' nuts

True Flue Killer nigga

Peanut the Deuce (And I see Kay-Pee)

Why you busta niggas through

K-P but I ain't smelly just call me Capone

It's on I'm on the microphone to the breakadawn

Ho's are swingin' off me but I'm a gangsta to the heart though

We don't love them hoes and I'm puffin' on endo

Drinkin' drank so don't fake, you can't f*ck with me (WOOP WOOP)

I'm a gangsta with ??? so just back up me

I'm K-P the Y-G

A Young Gangsta biiiyatch

From Figueroa street

Where my khakis straight creased

Wearing bright bright red

A few homies dead

So I see 1-8-7 to my muthaf*ckin' end (WOOP WOOP)

With my nigga 8-Ball

Breakin' Crabs' jaws, red shoes, red bhakis, red muthaf*ckin' drawers



Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder)



[PIMP D]

Hooked up with S-P about 4 o'clock

Grab tha Glock and say nigga, let's shake the spot

We rollin' 4 deep in the Coupe leanin' to the side

It's the West Side Y-G right (right)

Y-G Pimp D never givin' a mad-ass f*ck

About no Crab nigga you know what's up

It's the West Side, the best side, punk b-i-tch

Now since I'm a down motherf*cker sent down to stack chips

Now back your ass on up and take four f*ckin' paces

Before I let you have it and you feel the penetration

As this heat that I bring to you so damn smooth

It's like ooh!

You don't know what I'm gonna do?

I'm takin' him, I'm takin' him, flip flop, flip back

It's the B-funk nigga, f*ck the hoodrat

Or you didn't know?

Hoe... I'll be the one

To see 1-8-7 make sure the job is done



Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder...)



[B-BRAZY]

Now as I B-Dog walk fool this is Figueroa street

9 dookies, 1-0 killas, R-A-fleas get beat

Got beef with the world so is anybody K

But I'm quoted on, so it's on got to bust a C-K

Rollin' with them killas on the solo bolo

New recruits on the stripe rollin' with this psyco

Brazy niggas from the wild wicked West Side

Everytime I drink wine, a Crab nigga's dyin'

On the streets of L.A. the only Bloods on Figueroa

And Crabs still dyin' so f*ck Crabs hoe

Denver Lanes how we do it

I know I've been ???

Man I smoke so many Crabs I gotta go to care unit

Beamed up like a bright red 1-0-9 watt bulb

Denver Lane Bloods or the Figueroa thug

C-K allday

Even on the birthday

Bickin' bool even if I'ma have to get the K



Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder...)



[LIL' HAWK]

It's the True Flue Killa!!

Back up, hits the door

And I'm about to let you know about the 1 the 0 to the 4

C-M muthaf*ckin' G

Who the f*ck is else nigga?

Name Lil' Hawk Y-G the Crab killa

But now peep game

Fool I bang for a fact

How the f*ck you gon' say bustas on wax?

You bitch ass niggas, it was all to the good

But then I heard your ass dis the motherf*ckin' 'hood

And that's where

You niggas f*cked up

Oh... you didn't know C-M-G don't give a f*ck?!

Y-G's nigga

We love to get active

Bitches on my nuts because this red so attractive

But I don't trust no hoe cause Kiki Loco was a bitch

And you know like I know all Crabs ain't shit

So niggas

Next time I hope you remember

Never fix your mouth to dis the Mafia Denvers, b-i-tch



Mafia Denver True Flue Killer...

(Gonna be a murder...)