Brang Yo Azz OutDoz

Aw shit

let that pussy nigga write whats out

ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers

what, what

[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X

Test that nigga, rush that nigga

get that nigga, man bust that nigga

[Chorus 2]

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)

you wanna go and try to steal my clothes

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 1]

The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch

Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick

She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters

See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub

She come to move the crew

I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits

I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine

It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ??

Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit

Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette

I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown

Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now

These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em

I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper

They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator

I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator

BITCH, I'll see ya later

[Verse 2]

I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes

Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds

Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends

But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check

It take long time, but now a nigga livin good

Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods

If you didnt know TD drop thangs,

put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains

CAN YOU HANG?

[Chorus 1]

You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)

You got anamocity on yo chest

Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)

You wanna go and try to steal my clothes

Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,

Brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 3]

Mayhem, double hands on the above

To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em

Murderers, killas, thug niggas

Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers,

East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers

Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug

Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out

They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out

Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean

Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)

You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)

Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya

Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day

Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville

I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book

I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be

'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet

[Verse 4]

Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it

Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man

Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers

comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water

My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today

Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me

And scream "free me"

Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots

And altitudes, my niggas she botilary

For bustas who be talkin shit

[Chorus 1]

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)

You got anamocity on yo chest

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz

nigga brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 5]

It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes

You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake

See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow

Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair

Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda

She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles

Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans

Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone

[Verse 6]

The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes

It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off

Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin

Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer

Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me

Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked

So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up

'fore you get slapped up like biscuits

Sucked on like incense

[Chorus 2]

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)

You wanna go and try to steal my clothes

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz

nigga, brang yo azz out doz

If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch

You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)

Test that nigga, rush that nigga,

get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X)

I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn

If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)