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damu ridas (bloods) - all about money lyrics

intro: dogg:

damu ridas, in this mothaf+cka, that’s what it’s all about, baby, oh you ain’t heard, thunderbirds

verse 1: dogg:

bustin’ hoes day to day, it’s the game that i play
all i need to know is where the stupid b+tch stay
okay, we make the plan and it’s gonna pop
with the doors unlocked while i’m hittin’ the c+ck
quiet, tip toe on hand, n+gga, don’t make a sound
b+tch we want yo’ n+ggas switches plus we heard o’ y’all pounds, now
and we gon’ handcuff her, but before we f+ck her
put on these g+shorts ’cause g’s ’cause we both wanna f+ck her
everybody suffer, i go nutty for the paper
g+ngb+ng lunatic, dope dealеr and i rape her
beat my b+tchеs with a hanger and throw him in the coupe
say the hood then shoot cracker (?) before i scoop
thank you easter bunny!
i got n+ggas duct taped head to toe like a money
ain’t sh+t funny, now i gotta wet you up, slap you up
and think my b+tches set you up ’cause i’m a gangsta

chorus: b+brazy:

see it’s all about money (about money!)
don’t need no n+gga that’s gon’ steal from me
i need a n+gga that will k!ll for me
i ain’t sayin’ hit the pen for me (uhuh uhuh)
whatever happened to the real homies? x2
verse 2: b+brazy:

i might go to jail for the strap but that’s a chance i take
’cause if they hit the lights on, ya back in corner and break
hittin’ day after day on they ass, movin’ fast
n+gga, f+ck crabs they know i didn’t blast, know i got cash
6+tre, chevrolet, superflake rag on crenshaw, bangin’ on crabs
had k!lla tone show me how to rob (?), y’all get on the (?)
oh mane, you know them denver lanes, mane, they keep sh+t poppin’
+ hey braze where the lac at?
what, you ain’t heard?
it got toed, my big hoe, now i got a suburb’
bust the all all stars with the fresh bright stars
grab the mic, squeeze it tight and bust tight roll calls
me and 8+ball, flamed ducy rollin’ with the uzi
maniak and lil’ loonie, n+gga snitchin’ we do him (huh)
this is for the homies in the pen (pen)
tossin’ eight quarters, slingshots and makin’ motors
bonds on the speedo used to had a hoe (had a hoe)
and even now still got the flows, and toe still got the foe
we did lose laniak and kp, they live in me
and lil’ hawk in jail it’s all on me
i’m a rida so i’m menace so i’mma roll and hit these n+ggas for a meal ticket
and still big, still bustin’ on them rickets

verse 3: lil’ leak:
back in california, it’s kinda crummy but funny
’cause everybody and they mama got drama for makin’ money
dope sells get to brackin’ when it first hit
brokers cash their checks with you on deck, they spendin’ chips
in the ghetto, it’s always n+ggas outside hangin’ that’s either slangin’
outside smokin’ and drankin’
and homicides happen daily, you can’t fade me
to walk the street without my heat, you must be crazy
’cause n+ggas get sparked, as soon as it get dark
the most known can’t hang out there’s at their local park
and this gang hate that gang (f+ck you n+ggas) is drama in every hood
and mothaf+ckas will try to smoke yo’ ass if they could

chorus

verse 4: oyg redrum 781:

come on, little homie, take a ride with your older g’s
blow these trees with me, i’mma get you home with ease
a cool breeze, i spit game to ’em, rollin’ with the watch out folks
don’t llet the game do ’em, explain our hoes marooned
little man wearin’ jimmy (jimmy)
p+ssy copped for free, partner don’t pay a penny
anybody test yo’ manhood, then whoop his ass
pull a pistol better use it, but be about the cash
outlast them bustas, it could be a track to cost
money to live but was born with no snaps
watch out for traps when you hustlin’
strugglin’ hard, i’m on them haters when they took in yo’ call
stay, thuggin’ the star, only fools don’t eat
you know the, rules of the streets, the strong overcome the weak
leak and redrum from the ave., ru 10+9
put that on my life, i’mma get mine
verse 5: green eyez:

i was on a mission, my n+gga, takin’ penitentiary chances
tryna come up, by any circumstances
on the swerve straight hustlin’ tryna stack a dolla
holla 9+2 for life, with stress and stripes
young gangsta green eyez bangin’ the woods forever
and me mixed with… (fading out)

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