Ghetto Commission

Ghetto Commission - Our Thing lyrics

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[Ghetto Commission]
 I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
 Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
 I was brought up in the city of ????
 Had nerve with that nigga Pepper
 That's you gots to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya
 I used to hang across that water
 That mighty nine another second
 While loungin in the club I pack a stunt nose Smith n Wesson
 Fuckin hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that's a war
 These niggas out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling
 It's a swamp nigga, we all ghost fuckin riders as we stunt niggas
 That scrappin shit ain't happenin see you dead if yous a punk nigga
 We floss around in Lexuses, from the boot to Houston, Texas
 Any ??? that disrespect us recieve a slug clean through thier vest

 I'm from where niggas end up lookin like funnels
 when they crossin my tunnel
 Left them bloody puddles, so ???? represent my jungle
 The bricks bitch, my rad row where we ride slow
 Go to war with Calicos, sendin niggas to thier burial
 I'm tellin ya niggas'll be smellin ya, back at the canal
 Niggas know we living foul with televised murder trials
 We hustle, duckin JP in laced up brees
 White T's, we keep our rocks the same place we keep our D
 We meet at club James, known for blood stains
 Niggas stay in front of teeners get caught up in the game
 Lickin shots all over the place, shots on Wayms and DeVilla
 Betty street, Garden road, Westbank, home of killers

 [Mac]
 From the eastbank to the westbank, it's our thing
 From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing
 It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing
 Throw your hood up and claim nigga, it's an N.O. thing

 [Ghetto Commission]
 Let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward
 look they ain't playin
 Any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin
 When you see them niggas with the white hankerchiefs
 You get to the land of the lost
 Cause these niggas bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost
 Many niggas done got killed on the battlefield over Clintonfield
 Yall aint even got to front, if these twisted for arms soldiers real
 They knockin nuts off back in the cutoff, them niggas bout it too
 You doubt it, call session, you could be another bloody body too
 If I was you I'd keep my tools livin around them vicious fools
 Darkside, lightside, boatside, fuck homocide rules
 Them boys over the hump poppin trunks if you gettin outta line
 Hells yeah, niggas packin that nine, respect our fuckin mind

 [Magic]
 Now all you hear is ninth ward this, nigga ninth ward that
 It's Mr. Magic, puttin my fuckin hood on the map
 You wanna die motherfuckers cause you're fuckin with G's
 You dig your own fuckin grave when your fuckin with these
 So where my niggas at, throw your fuckin nine in the air
 Respect my nine, I represent it like I just don't care
 Desire and galvant, nigga don't fiend and flood
 Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love
 It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm
 So when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm
 And if I die motherfuckers better sound the alarm
 City under siege, Clinton couldn't stop this bomb

 [QB]
 Fuck with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam
 Third ward, Parkway, Allaway, AK spray, now tell me who's the man
 The click I roll with will leave you in the basement
 Call your mama, tell her make a replacement
 This nine must she waste it
 No years I be facing in the crescent
 Tryin to teach an adolescent, fuck them niggas I'm suggesting
 You keep your mouth closed before your body wired with holes
 Exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes

 [Mac]
 Check it
 I'm camoflauged motherfucker, I bust em till they click
 I make moves and keep these boss bitches up on my dick
 Been camoflauge but ever since a young buck
 I hit the scene like nigga what, do anybody wanna fuck
 With this murda murda killer, blood spiller with rhyme
 Or I cut your life short like my part in the last don
 So much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom
 Affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms
 Nigga
 That's it
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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