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letra de gang iii - tyrone williams

[verse 1: tyrone williams]
i do sh-t for my gang, and f-ck everything else
f-ck you’re thoughts no one cares about your wealth
got too much sh-t to be worrying about my health
i’m too god d-mn good when it comes to stealth
sneak out back no one will notice
rob the popeyes and go unnoticed
back at the crib with my n-gg-s yeah they the closest
too hot to handle my n-gg-? well sh-t you better focus
i am the greatest everybody know this
too many times in this world they seem to f-ck with my gang
i let em know each time why we’re called the low chainz
yeah we let em hang, shoot em bang
no friendly fire, not on my gang

[verse 2: lil jabari]

yeah n-gg-, this that gang sh-t n-gg-
y’all know how it went the past 2 times
a third times the charm…
lil n-gg- try to do too much harm
they start to sound these alarms
grab em by they arms
wrap em up like a wrapper and trash em
no need to go faster
after all i am a master
especially in the mind
i’ll give y’all a tour on how our gang is defined
a lil n-gg- stepping up the the challenge
too many n-gg-s but not enough talent
i seem to be better than all
yeah these other gangstas yeah we don’t f-ck wit yall
sh-t go kick walls, no one ever cared about any of y’all
they too f-ckin mad that the smallest one hurts em the most
they start to see ghost like tyrese, then lose hope
yeah i am a goat, too high please, i’ll never let go
this sh-t requires eyes to see, transparent like a ghost
the gang i ride for you see, yeah we greater than most
k!ll the beat like a weak n-gg- lookin for hope
this sh-t is too easy, just watch how i flow
the dreads are swinging just like these fist
best believe you f-ck with us and you can say bye to ya kids
no need to be afraid just don’t f-ck with the gang
keep on beefing? then you best believing that i’ll get frank

[verse 3: lil keith]
always watching our backs, keeping trucha, looking out
and smashed in the chev’, back to the hideout
thug n-gg-s and thug b-tches give me my props and
you know its keith i’m the hit man of the band
i’m from the rex-village, dollar signs who’s quick to stick it
put you in a heimlich, throw you in a lime pit
guarantee to put a bullet shot inside ya n-gg-s who
tell me how many ways can you flip the dough boo
let’s do this rap sh-t and just move on
it was me, steve g’s, dice and the quick drawn
where’d i get my heart from? defiance in my arteries
in and out of the burbs but i serve main cities
now if you want some you best come with a gun
that fool that begun and won’t top til i’m done
my flow so deadly put you in the obituary
now i got cousins in the military
protectin’ me, by any means necessary
bent out of shape like a fender bender
we the black september, will not surrender or i might put you in a blender
the policy is quality of life and zero tolerance
tell him you are a virgin and you’re all about abstinence
lets be real a lot of us got problems and bad habits
steady yapping, ready ratchets, machete magic, deadly hatchets
you say my flow is deadly but it’s like a pandemic virus, caskets
would be even better if i had my n-gg- sebastian

[verse 4: sebastian dark]
yeah man you already know sebastian’s back
rappin be my p-ssion so don’t make me snap
then why rhymesayers make a deal with epitaph?
put you in a grave closed coffin with flags folded in half
spitting heat on beats who preach and teach i stay with bills like hillary
vividly uniting freaks who breathe the beats endlessly
beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously
feeling an onslaught, like how i spit on beats viciously
i can play soccer at big stadiums you already know where i’m heading
they call me kung fu sebby, i’m prepared for anything motherf-cker i’m born ready
some fake b-tches always hide in someone elses skin like they shedding
rappers be nervous around me these mother f-ckers sweat me
i shoot my shot and score on all b-tches like i’m wayne gretzky
smokin on weed the us government ain’t scaring me
don’t give a f-ck i’m fly like the new york jets be
s.e.b with that lefty squeeze spitting on them hefty beats
guliani with tacky at me i k!ll people on chairs like a death penalty
i’m in fact the realest mc, and none of you haters are feelin’ me
i sting men automatically, bring in your faculty
these enemies weak as f-ck, no injuries in war like no casualties
me and the low chainz going insane, me and tyrone spittin bars like we on cocaine
all about the money and fame and i’m not ashamed
i’ve been spitting f-cking fire b-tch it’s been the same
tell all of your friends not to f-ck with our gang

- tyrone williams

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