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Lyrics: Hey! I went to school with them p**** ass niggas They ain’t worth sh**, Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin’ in that f***ed up ass Pontiac And that sh** was god damn sittin’ outside He had it posted up like that mother f***er was hard That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin’ with That nigga ain’t sh** neither, he was up at south side Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce sh** I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room Then, god damn I seen god damn Eric's crippled ass walking down the street Talkin’ bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride? They made whistle while you twurk, And that’s functionin’ Ain’t these some hatin’ ass niggas? Now look at this sh**, I asked that nigga to run me up the street when he got that god damn Impala He said noh, now that was some f***ed up ass sh** Them all p**** ass niggas can suck my d***! (f**gots) [Verse 1] A cold back mother f***er from the 6 zone The same crippled mother f***er got picked on Now I ain’t never even really have sh**, holmes But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes Now I started rockin' sh** that I wasn’t with, holmes Made some label me a bi***, holmes The only plan is I’m bout to get rich, holmes If u don’t like what I’m sayin’, suck my d***, holmes! Poppin’ pills till niggas droppin’ and fallin’ off the f***in’ block Some niggas doin’ good and some niggas on crack rocks Some of these niggas make a betta livin’ in the game Some of these niggas may try but it seems they cant Cuz when they come down, they see this sh** get hard I know you try to be a man but that sh** get hard If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now) I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady That nigga had to go come strait home from school And could never go outside and play That lil’ punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn’t never gon’ blow up in this sh** But he still wanna be in this sh** and he start runnin’ with god damn Kaine Like they were really gon blow up being the Ying Yang Twins Them all punk ass niggas! (Where your handicaps sign at?) [Verse 2] Bustas hustlas nothin’ else but bustas Clustlas on a nigga pinky make em mug us Grills, my squad conceal upon here Clips, they gats conceal upon here Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet Known from the east to the f***in’ west side Nigga down to ride cuz I’m soldierfied Never swallow my pride if you be chappin my hide Look nigga I’m gon run your bone and try to get with To put this sh** in, now he shaken like a bi*** f*** that sh**, a nigga say he tryin’ to sound like me So I’m gon bust you in the lip and then we stoppin’ the freak Now you’re at a low of words cause the cat Got your tongue with the gat Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna...Oh u think your The Don!? Ha ha; that ain’t so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you f***in’ know! Hey, you remember that nigga Eric used to be walkin’ tall He walkin’ tall, god he got em beat, he got them gold’s He think his pockets swole Them niggas still ain’t got it goin’ on He walkin’ around Capital Homes like a lil punk ass boy I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin’ sh** Now he think he walkin’ tall Cuz he god damn made Whistle While You Twurk! (I heard he still stay wit this mama) [Verse 3] Middle of the road ah Watch out for them rollas Pimpin’ Glock, totas Thick like soldiers If ya’ll ain’t ready, ya’ll gon get it You bi*** ass niggas cant really f*** with it Better watch out for them boys Steady creeping up on the map Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I’m gon’ to snap We comin’ up with nothin but hits now them niggas wanna hate us We already on the top of that sh** so them niggas cant break us Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee You make me mad now I’m knockin’ out your f***in’ teeth We can take it to the streets, If you ready then its on Beat you like your daddy then send your ass home A dead man walkin’, a deaf nigga listenin’ A blind nigga lookin’, a crippled nigga flippin’ No leg nigga runnin’, a no hand nigga slap ya That’s some f***ed up sh** if no hand nigga slap ya! (Ha) That nigga must be tellin’ the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother f***er Tried to slap me with that mother f***er but he missed I already knew that mother f***er wasn’t sh** when he first said that sh** That all punk ass boy, And then when that god damn car Eric had broke down comin’ down the street That mother f***er just fell, that was some funny ass sh** boy Yea! And then we when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side? And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley How come this mother f***er hadn’t learned yet That was some f***ed up ass sh**, It was funny though It was funny to me cuz this mother f***er think this other nigga gonna help him And everybody started turnin’ their back on him I already knew he wasn’t sh** and he never gon be sh** and he ain’t never gon mount to sh**! f*** the Ying Yang Twins! They ain’t sh** they ain’t ridin on dubs! They ain’t sh** they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t sh** they ain’t sh**! They ain’t sh**! f*** the Ying Yang Twins! They ain’t sh** They ain’t ridin on dubs! They ain’t sh** they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t sh** they ain’t sh**! They ain’t sh**! f*** the Ying Yang Twins! They ain’t sh** they ain’t ridin on dubs! They ain’t sh** they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t sh** they ain’t sh**! They ain’t sh**! f*** the Ying Yang Twins! More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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