B-Brazy - True Flue k**er lyrics

Mafia Denver True Flue k**er... (Gonna be a murder) [SPIDER] You Crab n***as step in tha hood and get burned Punk motherf**ers that's a lesson to be learn (fool) It's the land of fire flame, West Side Bottoms Gangs b**hes on my ??? damn it's a shame How they swing, how can I explain why the f** 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 n***as know where the hood for life f** who's wonder why Slippin' and slidin' with my homies high as a kite Riding through your 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 get 'em, was too fast So I'm all in traffic off to k** another Crab Mafia Denver True Flue k**er... (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**in' nuts True Flue k**er n***a Peanut the Deuce (And I see Kay-Pee) Why you busta n***as 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** 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 C 1-8-7 to my muthaf**in' end (WOOP WOOP) With my n***a 8-Ball Breakin' Crabs' jaws, red shoes, red bhakis, red muthaf**in' drawers Mafia Denver True Flue k**er... (Gonna be a murder) [PIMP D] Hooked up with S-P about 4 o'clock Grab tha Glock and said n***a, 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-a** f** About no Crab n***a you know what's up It's the West Side, the best side, punk b-i-tch Now since I'm a down motherf**er sent down to stack chips Now back your a** on up and take four f**in' 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 n***a, f** 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 k**er... (Gonna be a murder...) [B-BRAZY] Now as I B-Dog walk through this is Figueroa street 9 dookies, 1-0 k**as, 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 k**as on the solo bolo New recruits on the stripe rollin' with this psyco Brazy n***as from the wild wicked West Side Everytime I drink wine, a Crab n***a's dyin' On the streets of L.A. the only Bloods on Figueroa And Crabs still dyin' so f** 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 all day Even on the birthday Bickin' bool even if I'ma have to get the K Mafia Denver True Flue k**er... (Gonna be a murder...) [LIL' HAWK] It's the True Flue k**a!! Back up, hits the door And I'm about to let you know about the 1 the 0 to the 4 C-M muthaf**in' G Who the f** is else n***a? Name Lil' Hawk Y-G the Crab k**a But now peep game Fool I bang for a fact How the f** you gon' say bustas on wax? You b**h a** n***as, it was all to the good But then I heard your a** dis the motherf**in' 'hood And that's where You n***as f**ed up Oh... you didn't know C-M-G don't give a f**?! Y-G's n***a We love to get active b**hes on my nuts because this red so attractive But I don't trust no hoe cause Keke Loco was a b**h And you know like I know all Crabs ain't sh** So n***as Next time I hope you remember Never fix your mouth to dis the Mafia Denvers, b-i-tch Mafia Denver True Flue k**er... (Gonna be a murder...)