| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Aye, who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas everybody love to hate
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| Riding through the city with the windows up
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| (And how we live, nigga?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| Want the top spot, ain’t no runners up
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| Sorry we do not believe in second place
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| On a bus full of sluts, they can’t fuck with us
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now who we is?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Now who we is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now how we live?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (And what it is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| Head honcho, war ready
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| Got the Ks and the carbon in the car already
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| Do what you do, shawty bust your move
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| But when I come back, nigga ya’ll you gon' get it
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| I guess it’d be best if I do my stuff?
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| Run up on your girl, nigga two guns up (Hey!)
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| Better watch what you do my guy, you don’t wanna make it me and you my guy
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| Cause if you get mad then a few might fly, but if if I get mad 22 might die
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| You can’t fit these in a shoe, my guy
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| They way too big, bang bang you dead
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| You take back everything you said
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| Fo' I put a hole in it, Imma drain your head
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| I wearing green when the blood hit the shirt, then I looked at the stain said
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| it ain’t so red
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| Mi loco, no comprende, all we do is get busy
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| I’m connected with the, it’s ain’t no hoe nigga with me
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| The realest in your city, whatever city you sent me
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| Was born a real nigga, it ain’t no going against it
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| (Who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Aye, who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas everybody love to hate
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| Riding through the city with the windows up
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| (And how we live, nigga?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (Now who we is?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Now who we is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now how we live?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (And what it is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| Sucka nigga leave a bitch around, nigga Imma leave 'em both mad
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| The way I do a hoe is so sad
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| You ain’t tuned into this then pick up your remote pad
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| If a thug sending killers, send a hoe with the most ass?
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| I do a nigga so bad
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| Smoke that, that’s your ass
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| I ain’t never took shit from a nigga, but his whole cash
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| You’re so bad with the class you can’t gon' get the choke tag
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| Pussy nigga where your hoe at? |
| Young nigga where your hoe at?
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| Might as well give her up, cause you ain’t havin no swag
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| And you don’t got the most cash, you ain’t even in the poor class,
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| your little bitty hoe ass
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| No fashion and no class
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| Every nigga over here been cool since the throwbacks
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| I’m a brand new Ducati, little buddy you a moped
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| Ya’ll better have Dro ass, we show you where the dope at
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| Only got two rules, leave a designated boat? |
| man
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| And whatever you do, nigga, don’t mention name
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| I’ll break a hoe in four halves
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| My Chevrolet is running, he got 200 and 4 valves
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| Imma show you how to go there, for these niggas it no fair
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| I’m so rare, hoe yeah, nigga
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| (Who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Aye, who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas everybody love to hate
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| Riding through the city with the windows up
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| (And how we live, nigga?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (Now who we is?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Now who we is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now how we live?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (And what it is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| Okay, I’m bad, and I got a whole lotta cash
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| Real fast, put it all in the stash
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| Ya’ll ain’t struggle, got a little bitch mediocre
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| Might get a little head in the slab?
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| Really need to cool it, how when I’m still toting uzis?
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| I’ll take a nigga slice of the pizza
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| Kick a little flash, spend a couple racks on sneakers
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| My whip got James Bond featured
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| Shit, my gang hustle, ain’t wait for a handout
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| Show my hairline, my pants down
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| Oh you ain’t ask 'round, better go and check my background
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| Fuck around, hear the Mac sound
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| Yeah I can laugh now, been a while since I been broke
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| Been broke, that was no joke
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| Came from a Pinto, all the way to a Benzo |
| Iced out Rollie make my wrist glow
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| Hold up, let me slow it down
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| Slow low, then some more rounds
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| On the way to your hoe now
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| And niggas don’t play with us, cause we armed and dangerous
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| We the face of the A-town
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| Hold up, I beg your pardon
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| Flexing on niggas, I’m sorry
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| Been stealing my swag, you could borrow it
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| Now say it to the face of the carbon (Bah! Bah!)
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| (Who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Aye, who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas everybody love to hate
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| Riding through the city with the windows up
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| (And how we live, nigga?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (Now who we is?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Now who we is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now how we live?)
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| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| (And what it is?)
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| Imma show you how to spit this shit, if you counting syllables, Killin em,
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| it’s pitiful, leaving 'em hospitable (Dro)
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| I’m the motherfucker that’ll get at you, and I been fucking with your main hoe
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| since I was 22
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| I’m young and I’m thuggin' and I’m going out bustin'
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| And if you need a brick of that hard, give me some fuckin' with?
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| You know them boy straight, when I break down nick sacks
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| And I have them pussy niggas taking off from the click-clack (Bow!)
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| Get back, break a nigga off like a Kit-Kat
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| Where your bitch at? |
| Where the bricks at?
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| You been in the gym working out, oh I get that
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| Well you can get six bullets in your six-pack (Boom!)
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| Oh, we need a goon to fire your ass up, put you in a room and tie your ass up
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| Nigga want a plate, then hit him with the butt
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| Of the K, in the mouth and wire his ass up
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| Crazy, please don’t upset the one
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| At hoes in the 44, tech the gun
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| Call me DMC without Run
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| Man, I got so much game I fuck nuns
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| Young Dro ain’t Hustle Gang, nigga please that’s just like UGK without Bun
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| And I got a mask on my face with a gat on my waist, street sweeper upset?
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| when I come
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| (Who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas all them bitches love to fuck
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| (Aye, who we is, nigga?)
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| We them niggas everybody love to hate
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| Riding through the city with the windows up
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| (And how we live, nigga?)
|
| Presidential shit, I’m talking JFK
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| Want the top spot, ain’t no runners up
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| Sorry we do not believe in second place
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| On a bus full of sluts, they can’t fuck with us
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| And it’s Hustle Gang over everything
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| (Now who we is?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who We Is (OG) , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп