Damu Ridas (bloods) True Flue Killer Lyrics

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...)