Lyrics That's Right - Young Gunz

That's Right

haha, it’s about time niggaz
gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you wanna b a gangsta, can’t stop me,
gangsta gangsta, a young gangsta, what you
wanna b a gangsta
Motha fuckas i’m comming down where it ain’t nuttin nice, where niggaz hear
that price and b at ya the same night, try to
kill ya got a knife fuck a fight snatch ya life, i got thirty in my rim pipe
and motha fuck i can fight, they say we
living but i say we just a light, eachothers crunches and these niggaz b
unlucky, heavy and shit, unwilling to spit,
knowing i’m like em baby brotha in tha crib and u b standing on a cliff i b
witnessing a fifth, cuz i brought a lotta
hollow tips just if you niggaz clipped and we ain’t on tha same tip (shit),
i got to bang at ya niggaz for tha love of tha
figuers hell ya we kill eachother and kidnap they baby mothas and do dirt to
ones that love us, yeah ones like no otha
sorta like ya brotha and i got my niggaz covered as long as i’m alive they
alive promise i’m gon' ride and never play both
sides
don’t bust and keep back now i bet you get clapped clown and you wont come back
round once you hear how that mack
sounds i bet ya you’ll back down ya know how to act now on ya life,
niggaz i put a price that’s right
uh thats where we live at war, bring it where your kids at, we your enemies
where eva you get at, nigga you get back or
get your motha fucking head cracked thats where we live at, at least a hundred
thousand just to get your
kids back, unsolved about that kidnap all about that rift raft when you wasn’t
wit that ??
so loud for tha crowd you
niggaz get back, in tha clouds when you Lakers all that chit chat,
i got a fifth mag thinkin you a shit bag, running on
tha ends these niggaz put ya in them pens, staples r crazy, you fuckas shouldnt
play me, multiple stab wounds caught em
slippin should a had guns up in tha backroom, now tha lord will see em soon,
we get it all late, midnight or early
afternoon when eva where eva wit that motha fucking chedda yep
Most defently niggaz wont get tha recipe, tha flows stupid it’s much more then
music, what you tryin to get at homie i’ve
been through it, so don’t b talk foolish cuz your life you will loose it,
as soon as i pull it start the finger movement
and bullets start comming out tha top and motha fuckas yelling down tha block
screaming out somebody got shot and he left
this shit a mess, ambulence it was left, i’m a bitch wit tha tech,
i wont let ya get a breath, if ya reach then you wacked
from your feet to ya kneck, if you come around tha set you wont make it out to
tell it, flesh rushin from tha pellets, in
they clothes you can smell it, no witnesses to tell it, you fucking wit a two
time fellon and still i’ll put two to ya
mellon and open you up, yeah you pussies started it but, don’t what none of
Buck put ya runners up i don’t give a fuck