Gang Bang
Yeah its the Talk Of New York nigga
This is gang bang music
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same
Yo who the illest in recent memory
Mention me heavilly
On these streets and penitentiarys
Spit every breath of me
Only a couple of niggas out there runnin' neck and neck with me
I'm a be on top regardless faggot put that on everything
Wrote a track like a gat to me
Don't let me cock it i'm a opportunist rap, sell it in order to profit
Rap or drug game I rob the workers
We on the block killin' em baby the music is murder
And every year that go by you know it only get worser
I only get better
We clap for the cheddar
They keep thinkin' that lifes a opera
Do dirt get caught send you them coppers
Call me a hood janitor I move with the sweeper
And don't get it twisted homie yeah i'm good with the beaters
Thats what the heat for, here to de-ice you
We don't even know you yeah and we don't like you
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same
Guns is guns if you pull you pussy
Hard bodiest thugs, du rags, jewelry
The Bells is the cops
The Queenies is crack
Michelle is the court
Michael is smack
Uptop is New York
Down bottoms the South
LA LA Land is Cali where they catch you hangin' out
In the sun in the fun like everything good
get your valuables, your life and everything took
Back home to QB that mean Queens Bridge
Drinkin' Henny in your memory this ain't Nas kid
Smokin' that piff thats purple haze
Thats weed thats mixed with a little morphine
Thats dope, thats word to my kids I kill
Even if you just want to fight my bullshit is real
Ah my little mans fiendin' for me to promote him
To a higher rank than where he at at the moment
Guns is razors and bitches is faggots
And drugs is drugs when you catch them habits
Bloods ain't homies and crips ain't cuz
You got neutral niggas, Latin Kings and Niet thugs
Witnessed jail and street shit its all the same
Alls you do is get a number and you put in change
And that time in the box make your ass insane
Niggas comin' home from bids not actin' the same
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