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letra de 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

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