a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu no way out – damu ridas (bloods)

[bl**dy mary]
yo, there was this crip, crip, crip ended up more cripple than handy man
went hoo*ridin’ and know who’s hidin’ in a minivan
surrounded by the sick
n*ggas count to four and e*rickets
out the f*ckin’ door and
all the time now i’mma wreck the fly sh*t
crabs * steady * screamin’ oh my it hurts
please don’t put the gun to my ear
i do anything you want say anything you wanna hear
say f*ck crabs now
i might let you live
baby sick got something for you
should i tell you what it is
what the piru like
you better tell it fast
unless you want a rose up your dead funky ass
wass happenin’ blood? if you say crab i say k!lla
fool, i’m bangin’ 24*7 now will the
n*ggas with heart * to be one of the few
tell that dusty*ass crabs
just what they should do
baby sick said let ’em hear a pop
drop the crab * grab the glock
boo boo flag and bhakis got flamed up no doubt
the crab lost his life cause there’s never
no way out
[lili]
here we go again
doin’ sh*t just to get paid
gettin’ rough, rugged through blue that you can’t fade
play the b*side, the c*side is wack
gettin’ busy with the k gang
now you know where i stay at
hey mr. do or die i saw you mackin’ to my ho
but see it was a setup
so i can pull a do*low
sit your ass up got my n*ggas like i should
so i call the homie bone
yo there’s crabs in the hood
but he got away cause he ran
through ?? pass woodworth
now he’s goin’ down 1*0*4

[red rag a.k.a big wy]
once again it’s the dallas mafioso
the only times i like crabs when i’m eatin’ on gumbo
it’s different types of crabs like the ones that make ya * itch
tha sh*t you get
for f*ckin’ a ricket b*tch
mess with funky c*ck trip with no c’s
swap meet shop on county check recipient
i’m creepin’ through the hood like freddy krueger your worst dream
when i leave
your hood is a crime scene
remember that peace sh*t don’t bring it to the bottomsville
like seven up never had it * never will
please m gang everybody is peacin’ and the mafia’s peacin’
n*ggas you tweakin’
run run rickets keep on the hidin’
i’m red rag and i’m keep on ridin’ no way out
[redrum 781]
i keep on ridin’ with the strap in my lap
you’re f*ckin’ around and i’ll be poppin’ hollow point caps
i’m pointin’ that n*ggas snaps on the back of they skull
blowin’ up your hand cause your gang sign is dull
and i’ve got love for the ‘ru’s
the bloods are included redrum 7*8*1 crabs are deluted
my gathors givin’ a kick
much harder than a push
you f*ck with my b*tch so you get caught up in my ambush
work up back to me to givin’ a blast
as soon as his crab*ass party i have to crash
i dash * to the cut
grab the gats so i can end them
the crab motherf*ckers want no what hit them
now, i’m creepin’ through the alley like a shadow ready for battle
the backyard is pack with
people like some cattle
the ricket n*gga thought that i was playin’
so i hopped on the walls and start to sprayin’
aimin’ for the door waitin’ for the crab to bum rush
for the head turnin’ brains into slush
payback’s the b*tch, blood that’s what i’m about
and when i’m on your ass n*gga, it ain’t no motherf*ckin’ way out

- damu ridas bloods

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...