| Stuff a .22 in my shoe
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| My niggas out here never lack
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| Watching hulu with your bitch with me she kick back and relax
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| I smoke weed she do the smack
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| Ronny J produced the track
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| Nigga all about my karma
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| You do action we react
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| I bet these niggas pussy tell them watch they mouth
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| I send them niggas to your crib like fuck your couch
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| These bitches fucking for the fame and for the clout
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| That’s why we steady stacking like we in the drought
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| I-N-D-I-G-O set, We to jungle fuck the feds
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| Take your shot and try your best we aim at heads yeah fuck yo vests
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| Texas hold’em by the neck, we don’t lose, now place your bets
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| Fuck you fools, and fuck yourselves
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| We break the rules, don’t follow steps
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| I get my niggas, they gone let them know
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| Don’t test the bros
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| Niggas paper looking minimal, we getting more
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| Niggas talk like they gone see me though, they layin low
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| Bet that nigga let that semi go, now hit the flow
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| GODAMN
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| These niggas shooting in my city
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| Gotta keep that thang up with me
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| Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN
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| I keep a couple bitches wit me
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| I don’t hang around wit niggas
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| Unless they getting money wit me
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| Yeah we started from the back
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| Now we tour around the map
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| Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at
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| Now it’s 350 a sack
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| I blow weed til I collapse
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| Every night I say I quit
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| But every morning I relapse
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| Blue handkerchief nigga Gangland
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| All my niggas know its gang bang
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| AK he be on the same thing
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| Took some psychedelics know my brain changed
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| Young Rebellin money on my melon, shit we never managed now they see it
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| Soaking panties when they see him, in designer every season
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| Smoking on the finest, bad bitches ride them all year
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| Feel like perfect timing, homie get enlightened cause the truth inside you aww
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| yeah
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| No new friends just investors
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| Had to lose the stress, bring the pressure
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| But im the fucking best, my confession
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| When the nine sprays, hold it sideways
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| Showing no face, can’t arrest us
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| So theres no case, had to change ways
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| Find the lightwaves like tesla
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| Throw the pen down like a wrestler
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| I collect the cheese mozzarella
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| The scripture says I’m illa
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| Your frequencies fucked nigga
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| I hit she screaming falsetto
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| AK she love in the middle
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| Only way you niggas trap is the Mental
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| Boy you local and my game continental
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| Told you once we don’t play that my nigga
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| Pay you twice we put a grave on that nigga
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| Crypt reserver got your name on it
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| Swerving and took her brain up off her
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| GODAMN
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| These niggas shooting in my city
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| Gotta keep that thang up in me
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| Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN
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| I keep a couple bitches wit me
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| I don’t hang around wit niggas
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| Unless they getting money wit me
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| Yeah we started from the back
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| Now we tour around the map
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| Pull up on a nigga, Bet he gone get left right where he at
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| Now it’s 350 a sack
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| I blow weed til I collapse
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| Every night I say I quit
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| But every morning I relapse |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangland , by - The Underachievers. Song from the album It Happened In Flatbush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп