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Ying Yang Twins Miscellaneous Brang Yo Azz OutDoz Aw shit let that pussy nigga write whats out ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X Test that nigga, rush that nigga get that nigga, man bust that nigga [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) you wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz [Verse 1] The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub She come to move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator BITCH, I'll see ya later [Verse 2] I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but now a nigga livin good Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods If you didnt know TD drop thangs, put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains CAN YOU HANG? [Chorus 1] You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz [Verse 3] Mayhem, double hands on the above To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em Murderers, killas, thug niggas Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill) You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be 'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet [Verse 4] Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me And scream "free me" Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots And altitudes, my niggas she botilary For bustas who be talkin shit [Chorus 1] You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga brang yo azz out doz [Verse 5] It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone [Verse 6] The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up 'fore you get slapped up like biscuits Sucked on like incense [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X) Test that nigga, rush that nigga, get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X) I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X) |
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