
Date of issue: 09.04.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Collipark
Song language: English
Brang Yo Azz OutDoz |
Aw shit |
Let that pussy nigga write whats out |
Ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers |
What, what |
Test that nigga, rush that nigga |
Get that nigga, man bust that nigga |
Test that nigga, rush that nigga |
Get that nigga, man bust that nigga |
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) |
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) |
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch |
Then I’m the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick |
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters |
See if we modivators, ain’t got no love, fuck scrub |
She come to move the crew |
I’ll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits |
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can’t see the wine |
It ain’t no fear in my eyes, this ain’t no fall ?? |
Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit |
Now watch my shit get lit — up like a cigarette |
I smoke my bud by ounce — at least in downtown |
Can’t even holla with something, see I done lived it now |
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em |
I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper |
They want me — a heavyweighter, and a inovator |
I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator |
BITCH, I’ll see ya later |
I remember when a nigga didn’t have these clothes |
Remember when a nigga didn’t have these golds |
Remember when a nigga didn’t have no ends |
But now I’m straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check |
It take long time, but now a nigga livin good |
Ballin with the thugs in my hood — the woods |
If you didn’t know TD drop thangs |
Put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains |
CAN YOU HANG? |
You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) |
You got anamocity on yo chest |
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) |
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes |
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz |
Brang yo azz out doz |
Mayhem, double hands on the above |
To me I’m putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em |
Murderers, killas, thug niggas |
Atl. |
grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers |
East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers |
Cause I’m gon be there wit my True City Thug |
Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I’m thugged out |
They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out |
Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean |
Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill) |
You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) |
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya |
Ain’t gon let’cha get away, I think I had a bad day |
Smucky bear with it, even though ??? |
in Adamsville |
I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book |
I’m here so you can get me, and there’s no way its gotta be |
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet |
Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it |
Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man |
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers |
Comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water |
My other voice said «hi» today, so I gotta get high today |
Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me |
And scream «free me» |
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots |
And altitudes, my niggas she botilary |
For bustas who be talkin shit |
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) |
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) |
You got anamocity on yo chest |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga brang yo azz out doz |
It was this fly guy? |
named frosted flakes |
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake |
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow |
Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair |
Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda |
She ?? |
freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles |
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans |
Iced out, on the arm, I’m rollin, sayin you niggas gone |
The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes |
It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I’m off |
Cause I’m a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin |
Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer |
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me |
Because I’m known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked |
So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up |
'fore you get slapped up like biscuits |
Sucked on like incense |
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) |
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) |
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz |
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz |
Nigga, brang yo azz out doz |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch |
You ain’t got no gat, you better use yo fist |
Test that nigga, rush that nigga |
Get that nigga, man bust that nigga |
Test that nigga, rush that nigga |
Get that nigga, man bust that nigga |
I said y’all motherfuckers gon' learn |
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned |
I said y’all motherfuckers gon' learn |
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned |
I said y’all motherfuckers gon' learn |
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned |
I said y’all motherfuckers gon' learn |
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned |
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