Songtext Niggas i hang wit Gangsta Pat

Niggas i hang wit

[* 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

[Hook x2]