| We the bang, shoot 'em up gang
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| We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs
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| You can see the horror through the scope with an aim
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| All the real G’s front line do the same
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| Criminal mindstate, crack on my mom plate
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| Lox on that murder shit, we boost the crime rate
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| All black bandana, connects in Atlanta
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| Trayvon hoodie on, taped up banana
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| My nigga on that wild shit, life ain’t the way he planned it
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| When he fought a traffic ticket, fuck around and got remanded
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| All I keep is cash money, stacks in the rubber band
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| She don’t wanna fuck with him, she said he’s a bird man
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| Now I’m on my weed shit, early morning trying to find a dutch
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| Letters from Valhalla, I’m trying to stay in touch
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| Even though I’m rich, I jump out of the car with the AR
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| Yo Tyler, tell him who we are
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| We the bang, shoot 'em up gang
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| We up in the streets, see the wolves and the fangs
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| You can see the horror through the scope with an aim
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| All the real G’s front line do the same
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| Yeah, you wanna fuck with The LOX boy? |
| (boy)
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| You better come with that Glock boy (boy)
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| Yeah they run with them dope boys (boys)
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| All the killers and gangsters boy
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| Let it bang, never will the goonery stop
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| The devil knocked the same time opportunity knocked
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| I’m sick, like I never have immunity shots
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| I’m in the mood to let off, who in the mood to get popped?
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| I’m hungry, like I ain’t got no food in the pot
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| What I can do with this work, what I can do with the Glock
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| I can get the strip lit up, cause a funeral ah
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| Let it squeeze and feel it in my cuticles ah
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| Yellow M6, shit brown hoopde
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| You ain’t that wavy, you ain’t that loopy
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| Welcome to the fellowship, salute me or shoot me
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| Alpha Wolf Ghost, let it bang with the uzi
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| Silence is still golden
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| Salute to the niggas that blew a couple M’s on nothing and still holding
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| Clip empty, barrel still smoking
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| It wasn’t done right if the casket is still open
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| Revoked ya G pass, wake, funeral then the reed passed
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| Deserve a hollow tip in each knee cap
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| Cover in killers that just relapsed
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| Show up where you sleep at, eat at, believe that
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| Yeah, buckshot slugs in every shottie
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| Cause the gates ain’t pearly for everybody
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| The horror of not being able to see the 'morrow
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| Is the saga of this thing of ours that we apart of |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Horror feat. Tyler Woods , by - The Lox. Song from the album The Trinity 2nd Sermon - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп