| We be the baddest motherfuckers on the block, wreckin' shop
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| Makin' hoes drop they ass and these big bodies drop
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| The cream of the fuckin' crop, we be soakin' like a fuckin' mop
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| Crooked as a fuckin' cop and we never gonna stop
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| Slangin' rocks out out socks and our pistols cocked
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| Thinkin' when we plot
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| On these motherfuckers, money on the table
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| You can label us as gangstas, pimps, and killers
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| Thug, chronic demons, Crown and Moet sippers
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| Bumpin' out the frame bringin' street pain to busters
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| Then Hell take us under, we be mobbin' cause we rugged
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| Niggas I hang with down with 187, 211's
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| And our minds is fuck the world cause we not half steppin'
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| Some of us got P.O. |
| some of us on parole
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| All of us takin' tolls, in control so behold
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| Life is the lyrical of murder, hit where it hurts
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| These niggas I hang with like these bitches but money first
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| These are the niggas that I hang with (Hang with)
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| These are the niggas that I bang with (Bang with)
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| These are the niggas that I slang with (Slang with)
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| These are the niggas that I’m in a gang with (Gang with)
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| If you niggas ain’t scared, throw yo hood in the air
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| It’s Mr Loo, I’m coming through with the braids in my hair
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| The Blackhaven zone, where niggas smoke every day
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| I from Little Rock but I’m in Memphis tryin' to get money man
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| We on a mission tryin' to come up to that million spot
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| But how the hell we gonna do it with these hatin' ass cops
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| Including these bitch ass niggas, I’m down to kill you all
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| Come to these South Coast hustlers and get that bitch ass tossed
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| Take a walk on my side, ya punk ass might not survive
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| I’m a die hard nigga and ready for the hoo ride
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| Day and night, we can slide and handle low down business
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| On my life, I blast I can’t leave no witness
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| See picture this, the niggas that I hang with
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| They take no bullshit, and ain’t afraid to empty out a full clip
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| Shit, you better try to get a grip
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| Need something on ya hip, fuck with these niggas that I hang with
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| I’m in the back of the box, bustin' at bitch niggas in my path
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| Disrespect my click, we resortin' to blood bath
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| In yo neighborhood, corruptin' ya block with them Glocks
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| And I’m thick as the plot, die hard lickin' them shots
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| Fuck niggas gotta duck when we bust ain’t no missin'
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| We aiming point blank range and got you cowards pissin'
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| In ya pants, tak a chance, violate
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| Watch us diolate
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| With these drive by’s and homicides in ya eyes
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| Can’t you recognize, we for real so what’s the deal
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| The more that the rap get real, the more that these cats can feel
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| I thinkin' perhaps you feel you can get some
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| Teflon bullets through the jaw quick
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| You know that I am with some
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| Murder crosses my mind, my hand touches my nine
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| Got niggas rushin' for cover, bitches rushin' us fine
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| Our hidin' spot, the shit don’t stop and we gon' continue
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| Comin' we buck with some fucked niggas on the menu |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nigga's I Hang Wit , by - Gangsta Pat. Song from the album Tear Yo Club Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп