DAMU - Big Scoob, Messy Marv, Bumpy Knuckles

It’s a full time job nigga stand in line

5−9 bounty hunter bitch i ride that 5

Stone love, i bleed this blood and bang this gang

From the B on my fitted nigga down to my shoe strings

Niggas know what it is homie Mess damuin'

Red this, burgundy that, they know what i’m doin'

I was wavin' my flag when i hopped out the pub

A few of my homeboy’s had me fucked up

Nigga’s crossed game on me, switched up on me

Just threw my set in the air like «fuck my homies»

Fillmore California i’m representing my square

How homie wasn’t blood when blood was right there

Soowoo

Tan Dickies, red fitted, red bandana

Black mossberg pump, call it the work hammer

House party niggas trippin' everybody out

Fully automatic weapons multiply the body count

Creepin' slow niggas howlin' «What that B like?»

Good kids but got swallowed by the street life

6 deuce Brims, APD

The gangs came with the 'cain back in 83

I been with it Soowoopin' but i don’t B walk

I throw knuckles on suckers and let my G talk

So check the gang files, you know the name pal

It’s Skatterman i sing this song and rep my gang now

I was jumped brim, so 6 deuce is the true

But niggas scream Vill, from Woodland ave.

back to Truce

We called it flu hills, from 59th to 56th that’s where i made skrill

And earned stripes in the field with Guerrilla niggas

Itchy finger quick to peel you niggas, skrilla getters

Well paid we was with it nigga, hood niggas

Killer City on some blood shit

Brimstone stand strong nigga 5−6

And back then blood was thin, the town was all crip

We stood strong all along on some Hog shit

My west riders tryna claim that they way realer

But any killer is a killer can you feel me nigga?

5 years down the line still talkin' blood shit

Blood niggas Blood walkin', real Bloods real talkin'

Shoestring still flamed up like an oven boy

Real killers aimin' at your heart like a lover boy

90 059 is the Zip, you can catch me on the fly if you tryna find a sip

If them boys come around then you don’t say zip

I keep a Spielberg 'round the corner with them clips

Rags on the right, Tech Nine in my reach

Leave you lyin' in the streets for lying to the street

I’m a lion on the beat, anything i see i feast

Top Dawg, Strange Music, shit you know we gotta eat

Damu

Bumpy’s in the club, that shit’s kinda strange

Cause i don’t party with these faggot niggas in the game

I come through the door double up 4−4's and a diamond chain

To security my name is «he don’t play no games»

Put the bass up loud so the club don’t hear this «blaka blaka»

I send you niggas flames with these 2 hot Waka flaka’s

We flood the spot Katrina style, can’t nobody stop us

5−7 RDV’s we some gangster motherfuckers

Rogue Dog!

It’s your boy from the nyc og Bumpy Knuckles

Nigga fuck you, step to me i’ll buck you

Their whole team is pussy, we call them niggas «Slut Crew»

Soowoo my niggas, I ain’t blood but i still fuck with you