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3x krazy – dem niggas lyrics

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[keak da sneak:]

b-tch n-ggas get eliminated, disintegrated
by my m-th-f-ckin’ nickel-plated, faded
family member so hated
i’m one of the deadliest m-th-f-ckas to know
strapped with my ru-ger, like kelly keepin’ it on the down-low
down fo’ l!ckin’ ‘n stickin’, door-kickin’ ‘n sickin’
luffa lockin’, ruger-c-ckin’, heated like when i’m spittin’
good riddance, f-ck 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-cked ‘n i’m “missing” cases

[agerman:]

i’m ready to light him, lit him up my 9 got him, beat him up
no need for the m-th-f-ckin’ ambulance, that boy ain’t gettin’ up
call the coroner to pick him up
we puts the smash down, y’all n-ggas won’t last
y’all n-ggas gon’ p-ss ’til i buck these hot ones in yo’ -ss
make it look like a piston hit yo’ -ss
get ready to die, n-ggas be ready to ride
hoppin’ on a mob means emptyin’ clips
hittin’ yo’ -ss with some oakland sh-t
too late to dash m-th-f-cka, mash
cause the last thing he knew, is the gat went pop and the n-gga didn’t laugh

[bart:]

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’, m-th-f-cka 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 m-th-f-ckas you lovin’
who ya foolin’? you thought it would die but figured the pound splittin’
it’s hectic when you’re f-ckin’ with dem n-ggas

[hook:]

dem n-ggas
you know you gonna die when you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas
a lotta bullets fly when you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas
so-called boss-ballers get u-haulers so it’s really that you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas

dem n-ggas
you know you gonna die when you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas
a lotta bullets fly when you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas
so-called boss-ballers get u-haulers so it’s really that you’re f-ckin’ wit
dem n-ggas

[v-dal:]

how the f-ck the night done started? got a call from 3 t-uh a krayz
said dem n-ggas 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-gga this westsi-uh for li-uh
and it’s dem n-ggas, from the other side of the tracks n-gga it’s just like that
so call up the u-haulers and boldest n-gga and now it’s time to strike back

[agerman:]

a g bring in too this e, hittin yo’ block in a 350
gat in that -ss with a t-e-c, wrong n-gga ta f-ck w-i-t
for the marks that wanna test me, get stole on
line ’em all up like a n-gga 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–ss n-ggas know you f-ckin’ wit

[hook]

[keak da sneak:]

n-ggas thinkin’ i’m a wise-guy, so f-ck a drive-by
face to face, got him in the eye, keak didn’t do it and that’s no lie
n-ggas wonderin’ why i’m still walkin’ the streets
cause i be in the cut flashin’ and not a m-th-f-cka’ peep
a d-mn thang, burners on my hand, clenched-fist i hit these n-ggas wit a bang
change the barrel on my sh-t and didn’t have to bury that thang

[bart:]

cause i bet my maggy, make way right through his baggies
n-ggas 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-ggas don’t play around
let the hollow tips rip open get in ya
cause you know it’s really that you’re f-ckin’ with dem n-ggas

[hook]