Dem Niggas

Dem Niggas - 3X Krazy/Richie Rich/Yukmouth/E-40

B***h n***as get eliminated disintegrated

By my muthaf**kin' nickel-plated faded

Family member so hated

I'm one of the deadliest muthaf**kas to know

Strapped with my Ru-ger like kelly keepin' it on the down-low

Down fo' lickin' 'n stickin' door-kickin' 'n sickin'

Luffa lockin' Ruger-cockin' heated like when I'm spittin'

Good riddance f**k repentance

Grew up a menace and I'm in this

Game another lost his name from dealin' illegal business

Repentance feelin' no sorrow about them suckas I wasted

Relentless and if you scared you better be gone with no traces

Erases mugs off faces knocked outta boots with double-tied laces

Duckin' 'n dodgin' dodgin' 'n duckin'

You're f**ked 'n I'm missing cases

I'm ready to light him lit him up

My 9 got him beat him up

No need for the muthaf**kin' ambulance

That boy ain't gettin' up

Call the coroner to pick him up

We puts the smash down y'all n***as won't last

Y'all n***as gon' pass 'til

I buck these hot ones in yo' a*s

Make it look like a piston hit yo' a*s

Get ready to die n***as be ready to ride

Hoppin' on a mob means emptyin' clips

Hittin' yo' a*s with some Oakland s**t

Too late to dash muthaf**ka mash

'Cause the last thing he knew is the

Gat went pop and the n***a didn't laugh

Please don't be confused with

The size of a nine millimeter bullet

Knee-deep in yo' spine

With nowhere to run to hide

'Cause words gets served when bullets

Sprayin' muthaf**ka die

Open the back of your brain for

Keep on thinkin' it's just a rhyme

I'm sick 'n disgustin' with a MAC

Bussin' through you 'n yo' cousin

Plus all them muthaf**kas you lovin'

Who ya foolin' you thought it

Would die but figured the pound splittin'

It's hectic when you're f**kin' with dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

How the f**k the night done started

Got a call from 3 T-uh a krayz

Said dem n***as on the other side kickin'

Up dust and they needed a MAC elev'

Fa shee-uh then get the wagon

'Cause it's Posi driven

With the MAC 'n a lead ski mask

In the back and that's how I'm livin'

On the edge of deceivin' different

Caliber leavin' no breathin'

If we leavin' leeway for reason now

I gotta get even like Steven

Step with my heater through the

Cuts 'n the struts so no one can see us

N***a this westsi-uh for li-uh

And it's dem n***as from the other

Side of the tracks n***a it's just like that

So call up the u-haulers and boldest

N***a and now it's time to strike back

A G bring in too this E hittin yo'

Block in a 350

Gat in that a*s with a T-E-C wrong n***a

Ta f**k W-I-T

For the marks that wanna test me get stole on

Line 'em all up like a n***a a

Punk for the fact you told on

Snitchin' to the cop you gotta get

Gone right through nutty again

In my cuddy again give my cuddy a spin

See my buddies again sippin' on some gin

Gotta tell a friend about these

Marks that tryina lower me like an elevator

Imitator rumor-creators nothin'

But a plan to infiltrate us

I'm ready to bust and watch yo' forehead split

To let you mark-ass n***as know you f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

N***as thinkin' I'm a wise-guy so f**k a drive-by

Face to face got him in the eye

Keak didn't do it and that's no lie

N***as wonderin' why I'm still walkin' the streets

'Cause I be in the cut flashin' and not a muthaf**ka' peep

A d**n thang burners on my hand clenched-fist

I hit these n***as wit a bang

Change the barrel on my s**t

And didn't have to bury that thang

'Cause I bet my maggy make way right through his baggies

N***as don't play politely so sweep him beneath his nikes

If ya clowned you lay how long could you last

If the town you stayed was deep as surround

With n***as don't play around

Let the hollow tips rip open get in ya

'Cause you know it's really that

You're f**kin' with dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

A lotta bullets fly when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

So-called boss-ballers get

U-haulers so it's really that

You're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as

Dem n***as

You know you gonna die when you're f**kin' wit

Dem n***as