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The Gang

Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam

Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all

Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na

Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?

Ride with me as I race through ya hood

Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang

Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon

Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'

Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit

Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit

Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana

And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer

Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys

Some hustler flip girls instead of boys

Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us

We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus

And the Street Lords and truly yours

Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust

Bleed for the streets love the war

My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw

Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz

Motor City to Brooklyn, Vietnam

Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone

And even then I live on in gangsta form

What you know about that?

Macs and cash nigga how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is

What you know about that?

Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours

It's the "Godfather Buried Alive"

Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0

Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out

In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out

Y'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out

Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout

That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside

And Nostrand in the butter scotch Rover

I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta

Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster

Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up

Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up

I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven

I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven

See through niggaz take they time like a man

We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me

What you know about that?

Macs and cash nigga how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is

What you know about that?

Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours

Money, cars, guns, hoes

Sniff some blow and I'm good to go

Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated

Most hated nigga read the affidavit

Uh, racin' loud pipes

Big fuckin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike

My game so tight I arouse dikes

You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write

And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme

Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya

Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges

Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is

I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it

I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City

And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball

Everythin' I talk about I live it

All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it

I was designed to hold nines, and grind

Step out of line put you in that white line

Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change

You know the game jet planes and cocaine

And what I say might be held against me

I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York

What you know about that?

Macs and cash nigga how you love that?

What you know about that?

Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?

What you know about that?

The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is

What you know about that?

Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours

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