เพลง The Gang

The Gang

Lets get it clear Uh huh Brooklyn Vietnam That's right

Yo yo Live from the seven-one-eight y'all;

Murder City

Lay down ni**a It's the Ill Na Na

Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand Let's go

Ride with me as I race through ya hood

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

Pants sagging in that Bentley wagon

Ayo that's my ni**a Yacht if the mink is sagging

Since a youth I flipped on some ruthless sh*t

Had a thing for rings bling Coupes and sh*t

Some about watching Montana come up outta Havana

And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer

F**king with the Cheddar Boys

Some hustler flip girls instead of boys

Keep filthy laweys for when the FEDs annoy us

We keep this sh*t gangsta ni**a 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 Veitnam

Ni**a 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 ni**a how you love that

What you know about that

Doin' it up living it up ni**a what

What you know about that

The gully kid put it in your skully kid

Bleed ni**a 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 stunting in 5 0

Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out

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

Yall got a muthaf**kin problem when my dude get out

Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness Stout

Thats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside Nostrond

In the butter scotch Rover

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

Got his comrades in Clinton busting nuts on my poster

Phone check Muthaf**ka 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 though

What you know about that

Macs and cash ni**a how you love that

What you know about that

Doin' it up living it up ni**a what

What you know about that

The gully kid put it in your skully kid

Bleed ni**a 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 ni**a read the affidavit

Uh racing loud pipes

Big f**king exhausts burning the turnpike

My game so tight I arouse dikes

You punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you write

And be sampling my life every line in your rhyme

Sound like you wanna be Shyne

And I don't blame ya

Who wouldn't Young ni**a catching charges

Continental Ts parked in garages

Menages odds is

I'm the best spitting it ni**a I'm getting it

I admit it I was watching New Jack City

And f**king with Goodfellas Uncle Paul got me dying to ball

Every thing 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 coc*ine

And what I say might be held against me

I don't wanna talk

I'm the hottest ni**a in New York

What you know about that

Macs and cash ni**a how you love that

What you know about that

Doin' it up living it up ni**a what

What you know about that

The gully kid put it in your skully kid

Bleed ni**a what it is

What you know about that

Yacht Cheddar Boys Streets Lords truly yours