Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where They Hang, artist - Da HeadbussazDate of issue: 01.06.2003
Song language: English
Where They Hang |
| I said where dem bitches hang |
| Where dem bitches hang |
| We got dem thangs |
| We out the frame, fuck em' off |
| (Juicy J) |
| I know a lot of Memphis rappers, glad my brother went to jail |
| They can put their cd out, and see if that wack ass shit gonna sell |
| Mane I hope you haters knew this Hypnotize ain’t gonna stop |
| If you wanna go to war, bring your group, bring your Glock |
| We ain’t scared of no bitches and we ain’t barrin' you niggas |
| All you cowards wanna roll, you gonna feel these triggas |
| Boy, I bet you cocksuckas wanna be Juicy |
| But you gotta play catch up my nig, it ain’t easy |
| (D.J. Paul) |
| I said I’m a killer by nature my nigga |
| Killer by my blood, killer by religion |
| Most of my niggas nice with the trigga |
| Hits so hard with slugs left him in the river |
| Get her, I ain’t did her cause I deliver a hitter |
| From my steela to your liver, I left his back sowed wide open |
| A rapper shouldn’t have let his mouth open |
| (Fiend) |
| Gun toter, drug run go’er |
| Cut these niggas necks like lawnmower |
| With shawty tight cause you can’t go to the prom for her |
| It’s survivest and the quitters waiting to dawn for ya |
| Before you yawn they’ll be mourning for ya |
| Coroners, I ring alarms and fire arms extend, I’m warring |
| Can’t repent the bullet rain when it get to pouring |
| Poppin' at my lil cuz’ll see we ain’t ignoring |
| One doesn’t wanna dash, foot down touchin flooring |
| For some layed at, ain’t gotta be payback |
| New grip on my pistol, and I might just wanna spray that |
| Say black, don’t we war for reason |
| Child go brawlin' up treason |
| Solve it all, when they spoil and they breathing |
| Would’ve of did it at the club |
| But stupid went to his clubhouse |
| Snubbed him out, vided out, Lil Pimp his drug house |
| Got three pounds of different bud’s a route |
| Sounds like he knows what thugs about, if ever a doubt |
| (Juicy J) |
| We scopin' out this boy, now we’re trailing him from his job |
| Mane don’t lose that fool, I wanna shoot him in the heart |
| I heard the boy be packing, seen him reaching for his rod |
| His face was turning red, I thought he went into a shock |
| I bucked a couple times, I heard the shot up from the glass |
| He swerve from left to right, but I was bumper on his ass |
| The boy was riding rover, so his motor kinda fast |
| He shot back once, I slowed my roll and then he start to mash |
| (D.J. Paul) |
| Now I done let you hoes play too long |
| I got no problem with these rappers |
| But me and these ceo’s bout to get it on |
| You bitches better get your business right |
| While you all off, beat sound stupid on the fucking mic |
| And nigga build you an power from scratch on the top |
| Instead of riding on people other niggas made hot |
| You niggas wanted it on that’s what you got |
| But you could believe Hypnotize gonna blow the spot bitch |