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...)
