Niggas I Hang Wit lyrics

[* 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



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[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



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