Song Lyrics Damu Ridas (Bloods) - True Flue Killer    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> D>> Damu Ridas (Bloods) Singer Lyrics [Damu Ridas (Bloods) other resources]>> True Flue Killer Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Damu Ridas (Bloods) Music Title/Track: True Flue Killer Theme ID: 2506 Album: N/A * send corrections to the typist 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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