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damu ridas - y'all nigga's know my name lyrics

[b-brazy:]
something for them active n-gg-z, n-gg-
that really be hangin’ understand? (woop, fool n-gg-)
these n-gg-z is locked up, that’s really be doin’ then we do the bustin’
(west side woop woop)
y’all n-gg-z don’t be bustin’, n-gg-
hood ornaments, understand (family gang, get ’em braze, avenues, get ’em braze)
n-gg-
n-gg- this is low budget in the game green
get ’em braze

[b-brazy:]
it took a n-gg- 16 months, now i’m back on the streets
i takes a taxi to the hood and to the swap meet
i got the penitentiary braids with the string on the tip
i’m headed straight to mama shop so i can get whiped
i done got a lil’ swoller, fresh curl of the roller
holdin’ about 16 inch, 17 inch? curl hangin’ to the shoulders
b-tches know the braze from denver lanes that keep them hoes glazed, o-kay
crime pays and n-gg-z braze is proof
finally got the gold tooth to match the gold coup (woop-woop)
i’m the rider that be drivin’ this west side bucket
i heat ’em up and eat ’em up and tell my homeboy puncy (woop-woop)

[b-brazy:]
y’all n-gg-z know my name, bang on everything
drink hennessy, smoke up weed
sell quarter p’s trying to flip keys

[green eyez:]
from the 7 to 8 back down to the duece (woop woop)
inglewood family gangstas, we ain’t down with no truce
but lettin’ loose on these n-gg-z if they want static
and my n-gg- vamp come thru bustin’ with the tec-9 automatic
g-ngb-ng fanatic i was addicted to the drama
in and out of jail causin’ h-ll to my mama
went through trauma when peanut 1 & 2 got killed (woop woop)
and i promise when i hit the tilt some crabs gonna get killed
i was once told blood that all dawgs go to heaven
and that on the four, 8-block, 9-duece and 7-7’s
and while i was incarcerated i was most hated
and on the bee these crab n-gg-z knew i couldn’t be faded
i finally made it even though i’m all about my chips
when it comes to the real i kills and set trips
but i just don’t give a f-ck this is green eyez deuce
and even though i stay in crab hood they know blood rules

[b-brazy:]
y’all n-gg-z know my name, bang on everything
drink hennessy, smoke up weed
sell quarter p’s trying to flip keys

[g’len:]
off hen’ with the devilish grin
it’s g’len, shootin’ slugs at skin drawing blood like lbn’s (woop! woop!)
if you don’t wanna die n-gg- don’t look my way just
act like a crab (yeah) and walk sideways
l’gangin’, b-tches sw-ngin, d-ckies hangin’
m-l is smooth bailin’ woop woop and straight bangin’
think twice n-gg- ‘fore you f-ck with meee
west side s.c. f.r.g.
fig’ rida gand n-gg- f-ck whatcha heard
when you hear woop woop that’s our word
keep the duece-5 in shoes on my p’s & q’s
on fig’ splittin wigs catch me on the evening news

[lil leak:]
let me tell my side of this gangster story
where i’m from: no guts, no glory, it’s mandatory
to be down for your set, respect is the key
you can’t be no buster bangin’ the “p”, i’m from ten-9 street
not on fig’ but on crenshaw the infamous a-p gang
you disrespect i break your jaw, f-ck the law
b-tches’ crabs and they dead ones
i bang with n-gg-z in flame belts you know the red ones
and this is for my dawgs restin in heaven
be-real and big bo… crab 187

[b-brazy:]
ah, y’all n-gg-z know my name, bang on everything
drink hennessy, smoke up weed
sell quarter p’s trying to flip keys…

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