Gangsta Pat
Gangsta Pat - Nigga's I Hang Wit songtekst
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[Gangsta Pat talking] [Verse 1] We be the baddest motherfuckers on the block, wreckin' shop Makin' hoes drop they ass and these big bodies drop The cream of the fuckin' crop, we be soakin' like a fuckin' mop Crooked as a fuckin' cop and we never gonna stop Slangin' rocks out out socks and our pistols cocked Thinkin' when we plot On these motherfuckers, money on the table You can label us as gangstas, pimps, and killers Thug, chronic demons, Crown and Moet sippers Bumpin' out the frame bringin' street pain to busters Then Hell take us under, we be mobbin' cause we rugged Niggas I hang with down with 187, 211's And our minds is fuck the world cause we not half steppin' Some of us got P.O. some of us on parole All of us takin' tolls, in control so behold Life is the lyrical of murder, hit where it hurts These niggas I hang with like these bitches but money first [Hook x2] These are the niggas that I hang with (Hang with) These are the niggas that I bang with (Bang with) These are the niggas that I slang with (Slang with) These are the niggas that I'm in a gang with (Gang with) [Verse 2] If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo hood in the air It's Mr Loo, I'm coming through with the braids in my hair The Blackhaven zone, where niggas smoke every day I from Little Rock but I'm in Memphis tryin' to get money man We on a mission tryin' to come up to that million spot But how the hell we gonna do it with these hatin' ass cops Including these bitch ass niggas, I'm down to kill you all Come to these South Coast hustlers and get that bitch ass tossed Take a walk on my side, ya punk ass might not survive I'm a die hard nigga and ready for the hoo ride Day and night, we can slide and handle low down business On my life, I blast I can't leave no witness See picture this, the niggas that I hang with They take no bullshit, and ain't afraid to empty out a full clip Shit, you better try to get a grip Need something on ya hip, fuck with these niggas that I hang with [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I'm in the back of the box, bustin' at bitch niggas in my path Disrespect my click, we resortin' to blood bath In yo neighborhood, corruptin' ya block with them glocks And I'm thick as the plot, die hard lickin' them shots Fuck niggas gotta duck when we bust ain't no missin' We aiming point blank range and got you cowards pissin' In ya pants, tak a chance, violate Watch us diolate With these drive by's and homicides in ya eyes Can't you recognize, we for real so what's the deal The more that the rap get real, the more that these cats can feel I thinkin' perhaps you feel you can get some Teflon bullets through the jaw quick You know that I am with some Murder crosses my mind, my hand touches my nine Got niggas rushin' for cover, bitches rushin' us fine Our hidin' spot, the shit don't stop and we gon' continue Comin' we buck with some fucked niggas on the menu [Hook x2]