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damu ridas (bloods) – time is gone lyrics

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[verse 1: o.g.]
bailin’ up out the east side, ready to go, hittin’ the door
n+ggas goin’ down and dropped off with them triple gold
thangs, but now a slopes ain’t givin’ a f+ck
about a copper tryin’ to stop us, sayin’ f+ck them hoes, we stacking ’em up
and to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player
n+ggas up in my city cluckin’ the most grip, we all into birds
and it’s worth to the n+ggas in my + hood
that’s movin’ a motherf+ckin’ thangs doin’ real + good
know y’all, what’s up boy, yo without love and tell it’s hard
all my n+ggas is comin’ up and gettin’ large
droppin’ the top and never to drop a motherf+ckin’ dime
homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time
the consequence as a real b+tch
but n+ggas should know what’s worth than your word
so you best to clock your f+ckin’ grip
n+ggas don’t wreck yourself but get your f+ckin’ grind on
go for the k!ll so you can chill ‘fore your f+ckin’ time’s gone, n+ggas

[verse 2: green eyez]
now i’m bailin’ down the four, n+gga, bhakis creased
then i laugh when i hear a crab + hollerin’ about peace
n+gga must be brazy, that sh+t ain’t in my vocab
i put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
then head to the hospital, my job ain’t done
i want to bee his ass b+tch feet deep, and then some
leavin’ motherf+ckers in a big hole
went to scoop up young leak, pops and my n+gga dogg
pops lit up one of those fat+ass blunts
now i’m high as f+ck, n+gga, on the crab hunt
the first crab i bee, my mind goes hostile
i load the gun and put one in his nostrils
for disrespecting
i’m knowin’ for checkin’ a ricket
tryin’ to come to + low key and bickin’
with this motherf+ckin’ dog hollerin’ “what’s up blood!?”
1+0+4 like i said, always draped in red
and if i hear you say “crab” then n+gga it’s on
and your ass’ll die + before your time is gone
[verse 3: big wy & lil’ stretch]
now tell me who the f+ck’s next up on this mic?
c+k big wy finna punch out your f+ckin’ life
here comes the smasher, straight crab crusher
k!llin’ all rickets, baby mamas and crab lovers
well boy, f+ck all these n+ggas wearin’ all that flue sh+t
i f+ck up sh+t and i likes to k!ll f+ckin’ rips
we roll on them n+ggas if them n+ggas hangin’ out
roll up to them n+ggas blow they motherf+ckin’ brains out
buck his motherf+ckin’ brains, let these n+ggas know we ain’t bullsh+ttin’
empty yo clip and show these crabs who they’re f+ckin’ with
c+k ridin’, damu ridin’
motherf+ckin’ bounty hunters five line pridin’
now tell me motherf+ckin’ crab n+gga what’s stoppin’ ya?
the y.g. gangsta regulator crenshaw mafia
n+ggas better recognize some k!llers in your f+ckin’ face
n+ggas gettin’ slapped with the motherf+ckin’ tec, b+tch
i c+k all day, all the motherf+ckin’ time
it’s in my mind all the time, n+gga 1+0+9
c+k ridin’ is the motherf+ckin’ mission
k!llin’ all crabs, makin’ n+ggas come up missing
m and l, l and the m, all the sh+t is good
west side is the hood, neighborhood, call it inglewood
n+gga where i’m from? the motherf+ckin’ projects
where n+ggas get wrecked and they motherf+ckin’ chin checked
bust ’em in his motherf+ckin’ face, let these n+ggas know
you from the five and i’m from the 1+0+4
we shootin’ them motherf+ckin’ crabs everyday for fun and don’t forget
n+ggas been down every since motherf+ckin’ day one
i smoke bud! f+ck these n+ggas smokin’ loop
i [?] woop woop when i scream woop out the f+ckin’ coupe
i got them motherf+ckin’ bhakis and a t+shirt
black starter cap ready to put in work
the motherf+ckin’ w period to the f+ckin’ youngsta
i went to century and fig’ i’m ready to spray on you motherf+cker
n+gga i’m a soldier, holdin’ f+ckin’ boulders
n+ggas want to run up, you suckers, i told you
i thought you to the motherf+ckers know a n+gga told you
crenshaw and century and play on figueroa
so never forget when you’re f+ckin’ with these soldiers
big wy and lil’ stretch, n+gga, yes we (i) told you
[outro]
f+ck you punk+ass n+ggas, n+gga
big wy ain’t sayin’ bullsh+t, n+gga
see n+ggas better recognize
biiiaaatch!
west side m and the l
east side!
ballin’ on these n+gga
crenshaw mafia for life
regulatin’ n+ggas out n+gga
you know i don’t give a f+ck n+gga
i’m ready f+ckin up this sh+t
it’s on n+gga
yeah
it’s on n+gga



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