9mm - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: 9mm
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Jesse Matthews, Anthony Henderson, Kendred T. Smith

Lyric:
With the heata, 9mm

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Nigga, get ready for the big payback
Been thuggin' and keepin' the gully since way back
Lot a niggas been talkin', they runnin' they mouths barkin'
Runnin' around false, they claimin' they want a weapon to rob us

My record is flawless, my method is lawless
I'm an automatic weapon, nigga, you just a target
The number one artist from the land of the heartless
Fittin' to get cha, hit cha nigga, they couldn't call it

One nigga left and they talkin' about we ain't happenin'
So we had to give that up and make 'em recognize platinum
Look at everybody rappin' just like I'm rappin'
Niggas, got to admit it the Bone Thug is the masta
They die and there's no competition, no competition

Tear the roof off the mothafucka
I put a boot off in a mothafuckas ass
Still down to blast or clash with anyone of you niggas
Who start we ain't trippin' off of none of you niggas

Leatherface, the boy is back with a little bit of action
Bring it, rap it, sing it, bust it
Whateva dog, whateva y'all want to do I'm with it
Wicked

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Go loco with the heata, 9 mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

I done had a mil, took a mil, blew a mil
Still in the streets, that's how I live, I live
It don't mean a damn thing
Still got a little change, believe me comin' in

Shit, I pass a nigga, seen a lot of niggas
Call him out, point him out, that's him here
It about to be E with a big cast, eat him up
Send him on his way, kick him in his ass, have a nice day

Went the wrong way, got a lot to say
It can get so murderous, murderous
Touchin' us never that Bone Thug still the crack

Crack and I can't lay back on the comeback
Spit on these niggas, spit on these niggas
Run up any you niggas, any you niggas
Won' be no recognizin' niggas

Just one warning impatient one time only, okay
Don't repeat myself bad for my health
Don't want to do that, rather spray

Catch me on the wrong day, catch me on the wrong day
Better stay out my way, better stay out my face
That's the last thing you wanna do, Thugs true
See the blues I shoot at you, now you boo

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Y'all know how I feel about fake niggas
Bitch niggas, snitch niggas, ain't no love for them
Put a nigga in his place, momma cryin' at the wake
That's right that's what a nigga does for them

I play above the rim
With no lames in my circle 'cause I love to win
With the real ass niggas with the thug in them
And if you talk too much, I put a slug in them

Oh no, don't play with 'em, Lay gon' get 'em
If Wish don't get 'em then Kray gon' get 'em
Straight up we spit 'em with a nine on my side
And I slide to the rhythm

Let me slow it down in case you didn't catch my drift
Lift a nigga up out his shoes, trigga finga not hesitant, fuck it
Let me speed it up, hit 'em like the ammunition
Comin' from my heata, y'all niggas can't see these thugs
17 shots from the 9mm

On the creep with the night vision
Infrared beams pointed at your dome
Can't wait to see a niggas response
When I rip that vest with the Teflon, Teflon

Go loco with the heata 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter millimeter, pop, pop
Go loco with the heata, 9mm
9mm, millimeter, millimeter, pop, pop

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We Thugs (My Niggas) - Lyrics - Styles

Title: We Thugs (My Niggas)
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): D Styles, E Shaw, K Ifill, S Lukather, R Kimball

Lyric:
All for one, one for all
This is motherfuckin' beautiful
Talk to 'em baby

This for the cold D's that won't snitch
For the murderers that won't miss
For the hustlers that'll front bricks
For the hood rats that want chips

For the stick-up kids creepin' with they pump's ripped
For lil' shorty with his rhyme books
Black girls going to school, carryin' like 9 books

For the hood niggas that go to work because parole
But they tryin' to be good niggas
For all the poor mothers that's always goin' through the struggle
Still screamin' at the Lord, love us

For the ghetto life, for havin' to hold your medal tight
Lookin' for a better life
For the family, for if I'm rich you rich
And that shit's a guarantee, for the best of life
For if I ride you ride the motherfuckin' rest of life

We thugs, my niggas, ride to the death with my man
'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas
We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place
We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas

We gangsta my niggas, you oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you my niggas
We D-Block niggas, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas

Aiyyo, yo, Imma shed blood for mine, that's one ritual
That's how you keep the love unconditional
That's why we the only one the thugs listen to
Bitches buy records but niggas do what bitches do

I know a few dudes doin' life bids in jail
And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale
But that how life is and that how the gun and the knife is
It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya

When ya come through and fishtail in Hennessey Viper
Listen, it ain't the rappers, it's the rats that worry me
Double R for life, D-Block til they bury me
Scared niggas shed offer, stand in the back

And aim they gat up in the air and let off
Througho niggas tear nigga head off
Then let the blood keep drippin'
And just wipe the sweat off

We thugs, my niggas, ride to the death with my man
'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas
We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place
We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas

We gangsta my niggas, you oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you my niggas
We D-Block niggas, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas

Fuck with P, the thug'll come out, the slug'll come out
You don't put in enough work, I got chu, no doubt
They don't want Sheek to wild, betta cover ya child
With two guns out the sun-roof, stop us now

Who that kid? Black mask on with the latch on, the AK
Swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag
You get it in a hurry all up in your Burberry
Through your assistant, you'll be set fuckin' secretary

All y'all do me a favor, walk with me
If you want money or drugs, talk with me
Know I got my niggas my guns, now hawk with me
Guess who? Jada, P and The Sheek

Three bricks, three whips, three motherfucking ouies a week
Ten spots OT, two blew off late
My niggas cop, pop and talk and we applying the pressure
So when you address us, it's boss, boss and boss

We thugs, my niggas, ride to the death with my man
'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas
We ghetto, my niggas' anytime, any place
We don't give a fuck' we bust metal, my niggas

We gangsta my niggas, you oughta keep your mouth shut
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you my niggas
We D-Block niggas, we don't play games
We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas

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Shotz To Tha Double Glock - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Shotz To Tha Double Glock
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Graveyard Shift Bone Poetic Hustlas D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Ooh killa
Ooh killa

If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If you're a busta, niggas gone have fun witcha

So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs, what's up nigga get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now

Nigga, that I thug wit kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel and nigga we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch, nigga don't test my hood

A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
Them niggas off the 9, 9

The foundation of niggas committin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware 'cuz here come the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls
With that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock

Pump, pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked

You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop

You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock, well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side

Betta grab your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin'
As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good, uh oh, fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down

Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer

Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe
Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body

Now peep my creep, I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll, know we willing and able

Rollin' with Ruthless bitch, betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto

Nigga don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood
And were spittin', so cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns, Dogg Pound hoes, it's on

Let's begin in the mix of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
'Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what

Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' wit those

It's them thugs runnin' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back

Puttin 'em Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe somebody gets fucked, ya still don't want some bitch
But what the muthafuck, I wanna wham ya wit a Tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock

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Pop The Trunk - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: Pop The Trunk
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Marceles Mccarver, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

I just bought me a Coupe De ville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back

I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe

Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Throwin' all packed [Incomprehensible] and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gonna stunt
Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

You niggas didn't know that I was out of control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo'
Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no niggas

In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
[Incomprehensible] on the Gin, I think he said, "Trippin' once again"
It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya

You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin' bump
You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
Smokin' at the Tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries

Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise

Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye

I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size
But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Man I'm sippin' on [Incomprehensible] poppin' the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
[Incomprehensible] I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk

I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
Smoke somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke somethin', representin' money, like too short bitch

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Let'S Talk About - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Let'S Talk About
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Ugh
(Come on, uh)
Uh-huh
(Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo
(Uh, uh, uh)

Let's talk about who I am
Blond bee, find me in the hood with my peoples
Love y'all, hate the rest of y'all that I can see through
Above that, I can't feel nothin' unless it's lethal
Testin' your moves, never that, make no position fetal

I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L O X, Eve, and me
Now that's the hottest thing in the streets are beats is Swizz
Cheesed up with holes in the shit like a log rolled thick
And ain't nothin' sweet but Drag-Eve tracks, Honey Roasted
Burn until its been around the hour, fuck that

Yo let's talk about
Platinum plaques, hangin' on my wall
See me decorated, she's the one
Heard 'em say it, see me celebrate it
I pop shit when it's necessary, not for nothin'
I use clips for them big beefs, see me bustin', plow

I wanna talk about bitches I fucked
I'm a dog so I can't stand no bitch that hounds, I far from a clown
If I'm not knocking her down, Drag's probably not around
So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name, here's the hook, uh

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Let's talk about little dick niggas
Always talkin' bout what you got, rather be finger-popped
Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with rocks
Fuck the cop nigga, go shoot pool, pussy plot
You make me cum, I might flood the block, wet on my socks

I wanna talk about guns niggas don't bust
Y'all need to see me if y'all wanna see shells pop out
Make you say watch out, when I got my glock out
Niggaz clock out, 'cause I run up in your watch house
Snatch up all your rocks out, then throw your box out
Ya motherfuckers better watch out

Yo, let's talk about fake ass bitches
Lying to yourself, you ain't ready for the world mama
Beggin' every second hungry, life drama
Get your own stacks
Why you think these niggaz pussy hungry
'Cause you actin' triflin'
Layin' up, takin' his money, uh

I wanna talk about live or die, fuck you and I
Niggas will fry like stripped bacon, I leave them shakin'
Keep 'em sizzlin', fuckin' with them you might win
But they only got six shots with a barrel that spin
And us our clip is spinning and hittin' all their men

I wanna talk about ride or die
My dogs control confrontation, in any situation
Five niggas on your team, five niggas you replacing
Five niggas used to gleam, five niggas left with Nathan
But their game that we took and now they back to chase it

I wanna talk about biting ass niggas
Let me see y'all niggas catch the flow
Go red-vest with the four-four blow
Ya niggaz gonna hit the ground for sure

Nigga let me know if you want more
If he catch you with a pound to choke, you know
Nigga never die slow, till his eyes close
Then jump on the highway, I go
Man fuck the po-po, them niggas is moving slow mo, come on
Here's the hook, uh

Now Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

Now Drag-on will show ya niggas how we lock this shit
Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits
Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag E, dash V, on E

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Murderer - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Murderer
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson

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Lyric:
Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Motherfuckin' murderer, shot my fuckin' brother
But when I find him, I'm gone get that motherfucker
He playin' the role of one them niggas that's always talkin' noise
Runnin' inside, talkin' that shit, front of his fuckin' boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin' that bolt back
Loadin' that gat, here that glock come
Out'cha fuckin' head, standin' on the corner
I'm peepin' on ya, so I can creep up on ya

Calmin' my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick 'em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I done reached for that nine
I'm gone do you in, I'm tellin' ya bitch you gone have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin'
Them coward-hearted niggas started runnin'
But not you though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin' it up like a bone, bitch I know you are

Talkin' head gonna put you on your deathbed
Just 'cuz you got a gat, that's just why you actin' brave
Got a gat I got a glock, what'cha gone do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
Then cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Pull your shirt down bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin' guns you got
The only thing that mater, is a nigga, to get the first shot
'Cuz if I peep, that ass is fallin' to the street
Bitch retreat or that ass is dead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin' feet
They gone pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street

When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a poor neat scene?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot'cha like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of nigga
That's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just 'cuz
you talk too much shit PLUS, you popped one of my boys
Gankin' niggas I'm gettin' downright scandolous

You can't handle this
So when you're out bitch, move or I won't step
'Cuz if I catch'cha I'ma drill ya in your fuckin' chest
I ain't gone gone ride by and pop, 'cuz I might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, Pop point blank bitch
That's what you get, from out there tryin' to go act bad
Not even Bruce Lee, could whoop a bullet ass
Got'cha, come, get this ass whoopin'

If you bringing them niggas with ya, that's nothin'
I'm poppin' the clip in
Nigga fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run but I'ma catch 'em

Guns murder niggas at night
Niggas even kill niggas at night
And cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Yo nigga you caught that bitch yet?
Fuck no, I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight, and every project
But I bet'cha, when I stop, runnin' behind 'em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll stop, and then I'll fuckin' find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit, 'cuz I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play, goes the A.K.

Sprayin' on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck hoe
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Hammin' at that ass on Tuesday, put up the nine
Go get the A.K., bitch if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm blood thirsty

Fuck that, wait 'til Friday, payday
Shoot'cha in your face and take your money, J
Now wait 'til the weekend, hey, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin'
But you better be watchin' your back 'cuz I'm sneakin'
Waitin' for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gone have to forgive me, 'cuz I'ma shoot'cha in your head nigga

Guns murder niggas at night
Man, niggas even kill niggas at night
Cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

Guns murder niggas at night
No, niggas even kill niggas at night
Then fuckin' cops murder niggas at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let them bitches murder mine

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Niggas Die 4 Me - Lyrics - Drag On

Title: Niggas Die 4 Me
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Uh, let's go
Whoo, drag-On baby
Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Rigga niggas wanna see the dog nigga bite
But this kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug, wrap 'em in the rug

Flames mini blowin' on my hands like dust
Chicks wanna slurp? I guarantee I'll make ya burp
Just push yo' teeth to the curb and hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can touch a torch

You don't know I buy my gun just for me to toss
Fuck what it costs, I don't care what kind of drop you pushin'
I put my fifteen to your top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests

Well, I'ma aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye, I'ma lift blunts 'til my arm look like Popeye
'Til the day is bye-bye 'til then 300G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted

We just be lookin' at your Roley at dem hot shows
So go 'head boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side, see the nine kid?
And since you got that nice watch, you know what time it is

'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere real dirty, dirty
Double R, a camp where it's all champs
And if y'all want to stop fire, open up a damn

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

Bet'cha niggas wonder
Why Drag always spit fire? Why I always pop shit?
About how I burn niggas 'til they chocolate
'Cause I'm the 'Opposite of H2O', now ya know

Fix your wrinkled face, my iron press more than clothes
And girls, I love 'em when I meet 'em, might eat 'em
But when they act up, it's like Turner Tina
Don't me get the burner

Catch me in the low key Pontiac Sun sippin' Con-gac
Y'all know how that affects blacks, so you know I clash that
No way, I'ma blow all these gats and crack stacks
I'ma lil' nigga so you know I run fast

But don't do much of it do a lot of gun bustin'
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing niggas run, eyes open, hopin' they don't trip
Hear the echoes blocks away

Type of bricklayers that hear shots today and give your blocks away
Run up on papi, hey, drop the yay
And if he don't stall this world be popped tomorrow
Drag-On speaks with a stutter, but I rhyme well

So like a dead snitch it's hard to tell, dirty dirty, niggas, word
This is to my grimy grimy, niggas, word
This is to my RR, niggas, word
Yeah, 'cause we Double R, nigga, you heard? Come on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on

My niggas is the niggas that'll ride with me
My niggas is the niggas gettin' high with me
My niggas is the niggas that'll die with me
And we can get it on
...

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Hate Blood - Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

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Can'T Have Nuttin' - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Can'T Have Nuttin'
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Gerald Stevens

Lyric:
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Nowadays yo)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have (niggas just can't have)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas niggas nowadays yo

Well yo, they used to say that Dray was a motherfuckin bum
Cos when it came to profit, son I really wasn't gettin none
The wildest motherfucker that you ever saw
They used to call me Petey Wheezthrow, the devil's son-in-law
Now I'm in the shit, like a fly I was buggin
From robbing to stealin to dealin, yo, and even muggin
Sellin cocaine in the high school halls
Playin it slick I kept the balms up in some tennis balls
I used to run across the bridge with my peeps
I packed a tray-8, in dem days I was playin for keeps
I used to roll around my hat and all day
Lookin for a prey that we could rob on Broadway
Stickin niggas for their jewels if they're worthy

Made a couple of hits and then we jetted back to Jersey
'86 And '87 was the year
Had the Gucci hat, rock the raccoon fur coat yeah
Keep em in disguise and nigga don't ya blink
See yeah Saturday, we robbed another nigga at the rink
The beats was always showin up at my rest
Askin "Does a certain Drayzie live at this address? Yes?"
The spot was hotter than the sun, without a doubt
I had the choice to go to school and get the fuck out
I hit the South just like a bandit cos I was stranded
Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was feelin strange
I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough

Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (niggas just can't have nuttin)
Niggas just can't have nuttin (Nowadays yo)

Yo bust a move, peep the flav
Cos I'm a take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford cheques off Bushwick
Bless the days, Pops shot to get forth the and fifth
Damn, fam got to shift
From the tenth flo' down four flights to the sixth
This was around the time smokin reefer was the shit
But now the crib a little bigger
I was the first man in the fam so it's plans for a nigga
Had my clan from my building and my man from 8-11
Wit me when we hit the jams behind 2-57
Mom's babysittin, Pop's on the hustle
54 Block was on lock, bust a knuckle

Game rip, some niggas slipped and got greedy
Believe me, another "rest in peace" in graffiti
But I couldn't resist a few fights and petty heists
Cos now I'm 'cross town in the Heights
My nights are a little quieter but still amongst the schemes for the fun
Where sons run guns and blow slums with the bums
And motherfuckers don't care
I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more eager than a beaver
Kept it fresh, double-parked in the Caesar
But I got deceased with this behavior-type flavor
And do Moms a favor, go to school and get this fuckin paper
So what's the caper cos now I'm all in
At Virginia State, now let the bullshit begin

Nowadays niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (nuttin', nuttin', nuttin', nuttin')
Nowadays niggas (niggas just can't have nuttin')

It was '89 and yo, I'm stayin out of fights
I'm runnin with this nigga named Books from Crown Heights
Gettin toe-up from the flow-up, we're drinkin til we throw up
We're thinkin we can blow up so to class we wouldn't show up
Well nigga so what? You fucked the holdup and went whatever's
Then bucked the leathers, son I got to get my shit together
Gettin drunk, gettin flunked in class is what's the function
Smokin blunts-in, son we need to stop frontin
We're goin huntin, Virginia didn't have shit for us
That's why we broke out with Dice and blitzed into blue chorus
Gettin busy, flippin rhymes on the weekend
The deal we was seekin from styles we was freakin

But yo, now it's '91 and me and son we got to scram
(Aiyo it was a rap contest, nuttin we couldn't handle)
And yo, something got ta happen or I'm a get the pappin
We got the blueprints to this new style of rappin
Packin skills from the sewer, I knew we had a shot
Gotta go and blow the spot and show them niggas how we rock, what?
If PMD is judgin it, yeah the cautious crew
Makin all that money on that business as usual
(Tip tip tip) Tip, we flip the tongue and started wilin
They hit us with the digits to the cribs in Long Island
So, we packed the Henny and my men we got swayz
And never lookin back, that's how we thinkin nowadays

Cos yo niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin' yo)
Word up niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Nah niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(Yo that's why they got me rockin on the microphone)
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (Yo niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (have nuttin', just nuttin')
Nowadays niggas didn't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just can't have nuttin' (niggas just can't have nuttin')
(Well now they got me rockin on the microphone)
(Niggas just can't have nuttin')
Niggas just ain't (got a motherfuckin thing)
Nowadays (word up) niggas ain't got nuthin'

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Ride 4 My - Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

Title: Ride 4 My
Album: The Truth
Artist: Beanie Sigel
Composer(s): Roosevelt Harrell, Dwight Grant, Basil K Poledouris

Lyric:
Ayyo, feel this shit right here
All my block niggas
Gimme a second, dogs, I got us, I swear to God
Feel this shit right here

Ayyo, from Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo, we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me, how we supposed to roll
I take a shot for my nigga, gimme two to the ribs
Run a spot for my nigga while you doin' your bid

Fuck a step, pop these c's gonna know who you is
I get it through to your wiz that it's due to the kids
For my dog, I swear to God, I'll sit in a box
Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops
Six foot, ditch pam box covered with rocks
Tombstone ready die for the love of his block

Know what I want in my life, I want for my brother
Know what I want for my wife, I want for my mother
It ain't a question on what I would do for my squad
Ask yourself if you really true to your squad

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

We gon ride 95 till it ain't no gas, flip and divide ties till it ain't no cash
And till the computers crash and the dough all plastic
Everything in our path go through and smash it
Put our niggas over bitches, niggas over riches
Niggas over drugs, for my niggas I get slugs

I know my niggas thugs, for my niggas, I shed blood
My niggas, y'all don't owe me shit, just show me love
I'ma get us out these streets, help our family eat
Move us out the hoods, put us in the woods
Gimme just a second, my flow ain't yet perfected
But damn when it is, shit then when it is

I speak the truth, don't take this here as no song
Till I'm gray at the roots and my beard grow long
It's me and you ride or die, let's weather the storm
Take on the world, playboy, whatever it's on

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I took bread with my niggas, spot rushed for funds
Took lead with my niggas and we bust our guns
I shook feds with my niggas, knew where to duck and run
Ain't care where and when and who the fuck would come
We knew we'd ride till the day we die, till the day I fry
Told y'all till I touch the sky

We gon roll, gon flip, touch them pies
Know if I got the six, you can touch the five
For my true block niggas, I'ma spark for them
I get shot a million times, lay in chalk for them
Gimme that 5 by 8 where it's dark and grim
I give anything to see my dog walk again

You can trust me with your wife, trust me with your kids
Trust me with your life, trust me where you live
Nobody know but me, you and God
Your seed, your girl, mom and my word is my bond

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride with my niggas, die with my niggas
Get high with my niggas, flip pies with my niggas
Till my body get hard, soul touch the sky
Till my number get called and God shut my eyes

I'ma ride

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Get Ready - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Get Ready
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Elgin Lumpkin, Calvin Broadus, Troy Oliver

Lyric:
You think you know but you have
No clue, no idea
You don't know G
I mean you really really don't know G

Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready
Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready, niggas get ready

Hell, yeah ya better get ready
What's cracka lankin', it's the big dog
I'm in the hizzle with my nizzle, gin u izzle
And I mean from playa to playa
It's only right if I gots to pass the throne
I gots to it to my nephew G
He's bonafide, qualifiied and the ladies would definitely testify
Matter fact G holla at the nephew

Pass the hennessey, I'm about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts, let me roll the upper lip
Don't make me pop them thangs
'Cause I gets off the chain
You don't know me but you're 'bout to
It's the real me and I thought you knew

Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready
Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready, niggas get ready

I mean, I mean ginuwine is so official
Like a referee with a whistle
Better yet like a gangsta with a pistol
So you niggas, better get ready
Yeah, I know, matter fact G
Give it to em' doggy style
I know they ain't ready but they got to get ready
You do you, I do me and we keep it like G
Pass me that Hennesssey fo sho

Pass the Hennessey, I'm about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts, let me roll the upper lip
Don't make me pop them thangs
'Cause I gets off the chain
You don't know me but you're 'bout to
It's the real me and I thought you knew

Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready
Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready, niggas get ready

Pass the Hennessey, I'm about to get bent
Toss the box of blunts, let me roll the upper lip
Don't make me pop them thangs
'Cause I gets off the chain
You don't know me but you're 'bout to
It's the real me and I thought you knew

Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready
Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready, niggas get ready

Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready
Niggas get ready, it's time to explore
The world of the real one
Niggas get ready, niggas get ready

Yeah, the senior and you graduatin' with honors nephew
And that's from the top dolla with honors and scholars
Ginuwine, a little something for the ladies and the playas too
You got to do it, preach, ya better get ready

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That'S Right - Lyrics - Amil

Title: That'S Right
Artist: Amil
Composer(s): Lionel Evans, Shawn Carter, Amil Whitehead, Justin Smith

Lyric:
This how I creep on ya asses
See how the beat is building I creep on your asses
Just blaze
Let me show y'all what the fuck I mean
Uh uh, jigga man, ya heard
Amillion, ya heard
Rocafella, ya heard
The dynasty, let's go

All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right

Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mommie

Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck, buck, buck

For my thug niggas
Yeah
Bust a slug niggas
Yeah, yeah
Fuck that get money
Bitch
Show love, niggas

Jigga man got Grammys so grams, cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus, six sedan
Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned

Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac
Banging that big punch, poppin' my big gun quick
Run duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where I'm from be coughin' ya lungs up

Robbin Hood in the big truck, pickin' the bums up
I never know when I can be down on my dumb luck
But the flow so tough I've been beatin' the drums up
Been hot so long like I'm heatin' the sun up

Wanna come up ones as I'm beggin' niggas to run up
So I can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
Number one rapper dippin' mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya wit' this fo fo, nigga

Ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right

Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama

Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck

For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
That's right

Amillion make allota tricks
Hop skip
The hottest whip
Copped it
Prada shit
Rocked it
Got the cris
Pop it

Can ma spit
Locked it
The roca clique
Got us
Like Jane's cartoon's
Get props for props too

Give you something you can feel
Can't keep still
Tryin' ta see Amil
Dollar, dollar bills
Five inch heels
Bitches wanna grill
Me and my labelmates
Be makin' these cats hate

Oh, come, come now
Wanna know where I'm from now
Her's a little run-down
Bk ta uptown
Pockets kinda plump now
Haters get the thumbs down
No need for all that, I never keep small stacks

Alright y'all lights out
Floss with the ice out
Brag with the price out
Red I flights out
Overseas hideout
More inside out
My bitches time to slide out
It's ladies night out

All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right

Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama

Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck

For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
That's right

It's roc-a-wear, nigga
I got clothes, stop it, I got hoes
Black, Asian, Malaysian, Spanish mulattoes
Look, I got whips, 4 dot 6, 6 drop shits
Bentley cop pits

While y'all pop shit
Any nigga that tell you money
Is the root of all evil ain't got shit
You a lying bitch, you rather live poor
I rather die rich, 'nough said

Mami girl, keep the doo rag
You know bag and shoes match
Get niggas for a few stacks
Quick to run through that
Broke niggas boo that
Bought my whole crew rap
The record I don't play around, bitch I lay it down

Shit, I only roll wit'
Those who can go get
6 double 0 whips
Niggas that tips
Ice had ya hoes trip
Daddy, let ya dough flip
Fuck with loose thugs
Go collect them dubs

All my ladies
That's right
You pop cris
That's right
You a hot bitch
That's right
Make that nigga trick
That's right

Get that dough ma
That's right
Let 'em know ma
That's right
Soon as you learn how da drive
Make 'em put you in a five mama

Yo, you got dough
That's right
Let it show
That's right
If the money's slow
That's right
You know the rest yo
Buck

For my thug niggas
Right
Bust a slug niggas
Right
Fuck that get money
Right, right
Show love, niggas
That's right

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My Toy Soldiers - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

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Hustlers - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Hustlers
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Jose Batiz, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Erickson Bryan

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Lyric:
Yeah
Sup wit' these lame ass niggas, man?
I'm tellin' you
Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit, you kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Y'all niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this shit

If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you what type you want?
Supply any drug for you what high you want?
Bag any chick for you nicer slut

Yeah, I push hot fees my niggas got cheese
You run around frontin' like you niggas got keys
You never flipped burgers your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya

I heard you niggas spit shit but it's indirect
Say my name and see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this but dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real

Nuttin' between a lot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game it's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot, not, just ignore it

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

Yo, yo this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe here
To tell the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to jail for murder 1
On a come-up, nigga and that's where I'm from

I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit
I'ma catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club put nut in your bitch

Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool, nigga, use the fool
You could bootleg my shit I want me a chunk
Deuce I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk

What part of that you don't understand, or ain't hear?
Misinterpurate, dawg, I put work in
I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs next to the abdomenol

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

Uh, uh, uh yeah before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines before these raps
I was bustin' my gat before the vocal groups
I spoke with the truth
Why do catz wanna muffle my speech?
Imagine my raps if I wasn't in touch with the street

On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the heat
I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps huster wit beats
You niggas is lame you catz can't touch what I reach
And quiet as kept you niggas can't hush what I speech

My story's too deep life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You niggas know me the cat who be tearin' these streets
Ain't nothin' changed but my name when I appeared on these beats
It's Bien Mac

Sigel was the name that they gave me
The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
'Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go 'round

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know
We get low, get dough flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas that's who we be
We got cheese pop three for R O C

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