DAMU RIDAS

DAMU RIDAS - 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 motherfuckers 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 muthafuckin' end (WOOP WOOP)

With my nigga 8-Ball

Breakin' Crabs' jaws, red shoes, red bhakis, red muthafuckin' 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 fuck

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 motherfucker sent down to stack chips

Now back your ass on up and take four fuckin' 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, fuck 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 fuck 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 muthafuckin' G

Who the fuck is else nigga?

Name Lil' Hawk Y-G the Crab killa

But now peep game

Fool I bang for a fact

How the fuck you gon' say bustas on wax?

You bitch ass niggas, it was all to the good

But then I heard your ass dis the motherfuckin' 'hood

And that's where

You niggas fucked up

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

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...)

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