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letra de my niggaz - b-brazy

[intro]
figueroa ryder gang b-tch! f-ck y’all, f-ck all y’all, we did it, we done it, and we still gon’ do it

[verse 1: figueroa mont]
my n-ggas is the n-ggas you don’t wanna meet, 3 strikes its gang members posted on the streets
we pack heats, k!ll cold, never run and tell, my n-ggas post bail if they go to jail
my n-ggas would jack a fool for his rims, and on the [?] bust him in the head, give it here
you feel me? young n-gga wit’ the most rep, bossalinie red feather wit’ the chrome tec
you see that snitch over there, he got a broke neck, cisco, my homie caught him slippin’, hit ’em in his chest (ughh)
pulled the cord at the hospital, watched him die, ’cause i be d-mned if i let my n-ggas fry
and for my n-gga spyder, [?] forgotten, last week and i rolled up on a n-gga and shot him
my real n-ggas give retaliation in a hurry, i’m in they hood makin’ money fo’ his cemetary

[chorus]
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me? (and my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me (and my n-ggas)

[verse 2: popa smurf]
i keep a ‘k wit’ big sh-lls, flamed up, n-gga, givin’ up big l’s
tattoos, tank top, with long big [?], [?] n-gga popa makin’ big sales, hop out the f-ckin’ bucket, [?] yg [?] let the hogs loose, ya b-lls loose, n-gga open up the gate and let the dogs loose
hop out the shower, [?] wrap a towel ’round my waist, grab the [?] mask around my face, and the gun to shoot through the loot inside the suitcase
to suit my paper chase, the work, throw the sh-t away, n-gga smooth get-a-way
popa buss a [?] but not a choppa’, but heavy artillery
f-ck, i’m that mad man, i’m packin’ a mac-11, a 1-11, with .357’s, an automatic weapon, i pimp hoes 24/7
ya see those? b-tch i got beanos, i spend chips at casinos, roll ‘n stoll in [?]
shoot negros with desert eagles, [?] is for the weirdos, n-ggas get rolled like the koreaos
z-vogues, [?] what i bring trouble to, chick ass [?] smoked up but the w
[chorus]
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me? (and my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me (and my n-ggas)

[verse 3: b-brazy]
first of all, i’m the first to roll and to bust, for my n-ggas
gangstrizm so they know it was us, for my n-ggas
but let’s be smart here, y’all know too much active-ness
will have [?] around me
they done taken spyder, now its only me
the chosen one, thank god they chose me
now i can cry, but i hold it in
done hit the county 20 times but never hit the pen
i coulda lost my life as well though
me? be a busta? h-ll no
and go out like k-dog, wait whatever that n-gga, its some h-ll no
8 ball, yak, and kp, is my n-ggas
so im’ma go out for all three, of my n-ggas
how the f-ck you think i feel? everybody on my tape got k!lled
besides lil’ hawk but he got 25 years
i swear i’m ’bout to gat somebody
i need [?], i needa jack somebody
i to bick it
[chorus]
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me? (and my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas takin’ over the streets? (yuh my n-ggas)
who’s ’em n-ggas bling blingin’ wit’ heats? (yuh my n-ggas)
[?] in yo [?]? (yuh my n-ggas)
f-ck wit’ them and you f-ckin’ wit’ me (and my n-ggas)

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- b brazy

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