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What, nigga, Black {*censored*} Fam |
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Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard |
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Listen up |
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Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right |
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You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me |
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You know the history of the guys with me? Extortion, kidnappin |
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Murder in the first, niggaz live to die |
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Hungry and they bloodthirst, my Dunn guns the worst |
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We can get it to poppin off like July the 4th |
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On any day of the month bitch we get it to jump |
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Black {*censored*} Fam, my niggaz ain't scared to dump |
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So what the fuck you want beef for, you squeamish |
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Start to hyperventilate you see a nigga start to hemorrhage |
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{*censored*} Fam don't start shit, we regret the finish |
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Bitch nigga, we really live this, we mean business |
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We even got teachers in the school where your kids is |
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Nannies inside where your cribs is |
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Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is |
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Black {*censored*}, secret society bitch |
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You get found with the fishes |
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[Kool G Rap] |
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Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's |
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Blood all over the nice Mauries |
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Stutterin bitch, who you know spit more gutter than this? |
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Smack a nigga with the butt of the fifth |
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We guerillas and thugs in the midst |
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Was cold before I flooded the wrist |
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Big heist shit, blood on the bricks |
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Bag it up, bubble the strip |
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One days work, a couple of whips |
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.. then more than double the chips |
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Supreme Queens nigga with a BK click |
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You just a weak fake bitches whatever nigga the heat spray quick |
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Y'all niggaz can't do shit but peep the gray wrist |
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CGP in the face of your chick, comin f'real with it |
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Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it |
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No matter who the fuck you are, you can still get it |
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Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it |
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Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it |
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[Chorus: Black Guerilla Fam] |
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We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta) |
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Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta shit (gangsta gangsta) |
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You a nigga or a bitch keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta) |
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Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these fuckin gangstas get |
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[male Black Guerilla Fam member] |
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Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life |
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Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife |
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Bitch prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle |
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Shit make dough, that's my bubble |
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No one's project beef, that's my struggle |
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I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle |
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Who the fuck wanna fire at me? |
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For every shot a nigga shoot, my mac-11 firin three |
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You got wars, nores, lazy {?} |
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Et cetera, Black {*censored*} Fam, we bang harder |
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Bandana Montana streetsweep carver |
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Shots connect, your bones I disconnect |
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Bring your skull back home like I bone collect |
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One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed |
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Tasmania, Brooklyn - that's my set |
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Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck |
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[another male member] |
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I dare anybody play like Laze Mike |
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Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight |
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Take flight to Queens with your fake ice |
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Pull you out the back of the trunk |
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and put your face in the brake light |
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You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself |
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But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad |
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Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad |
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You runnin round with the same heart that Steel had |
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I'm the best, I don't give a fuck who said so |
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Have you dopefiend like Lazy, let go |
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Don't get your head gassed off my nice chain, word to my mother |
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I done lost half your life in a dice game |
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I don't brag shit, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen |
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I want the green the fame shit is for suckers |
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I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin to touch ya |
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Bitch nigga recognize that or learn to suffer |
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[Chorus] - repeat 3X |
