Gangsta Pat Niggas I Hang Wit Lyrics

Niggas I Hang Wit Lyrics

[Verse 1] 
We be the baddest motherf**kers on the block, wreckin` shop 
Makin` hoes drop they as* and these big bodies drop 
The cream of the f**kin` crop, we be soakin` like a f**kin` mop 
Crooked as a f**kin` cop and we never gonna stop 
Slangin` rocks out out socks and our pistols cocked 
Thinkin` when we plot 
On these motherf**kers, moneyo n the table 
You can label us as gangstas, pimps, and killers 
Thug, chronic demons, Crown and Moet sippers 
Bumpin` out the frame bringin` street pain to busters 
Then Hell take us under, we be mobbin` cause we rugged 
Niggas I hang with down with 187, 211`s 
And our minds is f**k the world cause we not half steppin` 
Some of us got P.O. some of us on parole 
All of us takin` tolls, in control so behold 
Life is the lyrical of murder, hit where it hurts 
These niggas I hang with like these bit*hes but money first 
 
[Hook x2] 
These are the niggas that I hang with (Hang with) 
These are the niggas that I bang with (Bang with) 
These are the niggas that I slang with (Slang with) 
These are the niggas that I`m in a gang with (Gang with) 
 
[Verse 2] 
If you niggas ain`t scared, throw yo hood in the air 
It`s Mr Loo, I`m coming through with the braids in my hair 
The Blackhaven zone, where niggas smoke every day 
I from Little Rock but I`m in Memphis tryin` to get money man 
We on a mission tryin` to come up to that million spot 
But how the hell we gonna do it with these hatin` as* cops 
Including these bit*h as* niggas, I`m down to kill you all 
Come to these South Coast hustlers and get that bit*h as* tossed 
Take a walk on my side, ya punk as* might not survive 
I`m a die hard nigga and ready for the hoo ride 
Day and night, we can slide and handle low down business 
On my life, I blast I can`t leave no witness 
See picture this, the niggas that I hang with 
They take no bullshit, and ain`t afraid to empty out a full clip 
Shit, you better try to get a grip 
Need something on ya hip, f**k with these niggas that I hang with 
 
[Hook x2] 
 
[Verse 3] 
I`m in the back of the box, bustin` at bit*h niggas in my path 
Disrespect my click, we resortin` to blood bath 
In yo neighborhood, corruptin` ya block with them glocks 
And I`m thick as the plot, die hard lickin` them shots 
f**k niggas gotta duck when we bust ain`t no missin` 
We aiming point blank range and got you cowards pissin` 
In ya pants, tak a chance, violate 
Watch us diolate 
With these drive by`s and homicides in ya eyes 
Can`t you recognize, we for real so what`s the deal 
The more that the rap get real, the more that these cats can feel 
I thinkin` perhaps you feel you can get some 
Teflon bullets through the jaw quick 
You know that I am with some 
Murder crosses my mind, my hand touches my nine 
Got niggas rushin` for cover, bit*hes rushin` us fine 
Our hidin` spot, the sh*t don`t stop and we gon` continue 
Comin` we buck with some f**ked niggas on the menu 
 
[Hook x2]