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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]
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