The Gang (Album Version|Explicit)

The Gang (Album Version|Explicit) - shyne/Foxy Brown

Written by：C. Thompson/R. Williams/D. Porter/Jamaal Barrow/T. Etlinger/L. Laurie

Lets get it clear Brooklyn Vietnam

Yo live from the seven one eight y'all

Lay down ni**a

It's the ill na na

Cut ya dick off put it in ya

Mouth y'all understand

Ride with me as I race through ya hood

Give me a fifth that'll bang

And a jury that'll hang

Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon

Ayo that's my ni**a

Yacht if the mink is saggin'

Since a youth I flipped

On some ruthless sh*t

Had a thing for rings bling

Coupes and sh*t

Some' bout watchin'

Montana come up outta Havana

And rule this world made me

Wanna grab my hammer

F**kin' with the Cheddar boys

Some hustler flip girls instead of boys

Keep filthy laweys for when the

Fed's 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 Vietnam

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 livin' 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 stuntin' in 5.0

Went to Brooklyn with the rugers out

In fatbush and I keeps the

Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out

Y'all got a muthaf**kin' problem

When my dude get out

Dutty ay bust a shot for

Shyne get the guinness stout

That's my word I got the

Berken pulled over up on parkside

And nostrand in the butter scotch rover

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

Got his comrades in

Clinton bustin' 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

What you know about that

Macs and cash ni**a how you love that

What you know about that

Doin' it up livin' 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 racin' loud pipes

Big f**kin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike

My game so tight I arouse dikes

You punk rappers should payin' me

Publishin' the way you write

And be samplin' 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 catchin' charges

Continental t's parked in garages

Menages odds is

I'm the best spittin' it ni**a I'm gettin' it

I admit it I was watchin' New Jack city

And f**kin' with

Uncle Paul got me dying to ball

Everythin' 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 livin' 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