brang yo azz outdoz

Singer:ying yang twins

aw shit

let that pussy nigga write whats out

ah

that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers

what

what

test that nigga

rush that nigga

get that nigga

man bust that nigga

you wanna front on me in front of them hoes

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

you wanna flex you gon' bust my azz

brang yo azz out doz

brang yo azz out doz

nigga

brang yo azz out doz

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

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?

you get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh

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

you wanna go and try to steal my clothes

brang yo azz out doz

brang yo azz out doz

brang yo azz out doz

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

kill

kill

you talkin shit

that same nigga got his 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

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