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bandgang - my niggaz lyrics

[intro: bandgang paid will]
this for all my n-ggas gone
this for all my n-ggas in the cell
hold y’all head, ayy
gon’ keep this sh-t goin’ n-gga (f-ck whoever snitchin’)
sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop n-gga (f-ck all the opps)
y’all know how we comin’ n-gga
the family, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: bandgang paid will]
came from nothing n-gga
real sh-t, i really had to struggle n-ggas (them facts)
whole team gone so it’s really down to a couple n-ggas (them facts)
brodie took the time, ain’t say a word, that’s why i love you n-gga (love you bro)
we was down bad, we’ll take somethin’ like f-ck a n-gga (f-ck him)
sh-t got real, feds sent pressure, got the whole fam locked (free gang)
brodie ain’t learn, he still keep a gun, he just like hanc-ck (d-mn)
mozzy where you at? i’m headed your way, hoppin’ on the red eye (here i come)
long way from home, still got a real k!ller on standby
that money ain’t changed sh-t
only brung the people on us (man)
ain’t no easy l!ck, you better let him know
we keep them pistols on us (we keep them b-tches)
don’t worry n-gga, we gon’ wake ’em up
for them b-tches sleepin’ on us (huh?)
rip dots, keep watchin’ over
gang gang, b-tch free the soldiers, n-gga

[chorus: bandgang paid will]
this for my n-ggas dead and gone
this for my n-ggas that’s all locked
this for my n-ggas sendin’ them thangs
this for my n-ggas sittin’ in them spots
feds put on that pressure, b-tches tried to take us out
had to make it through that storm, i had to switch all my routes
this for my n-ggas dead and gone
this for my n-ggas that’s all locked
this for my n-ggas sendin’ them thangs
this for my n-ggas sittin’ in them spots
feds put on that pressure, b-tches tried to take us out
had to make it through that storm, i had to switch all my routes

[verse 2: mozzy]
we into poppin’ n-ggas even though that sh-t come with consequences
ain’t try the gang life, i told lil brother stay optimistic
you gotta fall back when you be doin’ hits, you can’t talk to n-ggas
he need a jpay for that flip phone so he can call the k!llers
i f-ck with lil dallas ’cause he want for nothin’
yeah he end up ballin’ zilla
the army keep callin’ and callin’
i told him i got him tomorrow n-gga
go vow for your people and treat ’em all equal
if they real ball them n-ggas
shout out to shooters, they shoot up your uber
if you in the car with n-ggas
shout out my granny, she posted my bond
when they tried to charge a n-gga
i know i’m a target, stash for the carbon
we gotta move smarter n-gga
for the love of the gang, don’t mention the name
and that’s on my daughter n-gga
for the love of the gang, don’t mention the name
and that’s on my daughter n-gga

[verse 3: bandgang lonnie bands]
made it through that storm n-gga, all i seen was a drought
man that b-tch seen me on the ‘gram, now my d-ck all in her mouth
got my b-tch snortin’ that rick james, slumpin’ all on my couch
got them bows for the lebron james, twenty-three, they en route
two of my n-ggas turned fed
can’t wait to hear they dead, hey, hey
one of my n-ggas burned bread
hit him everywhere but his head, hey, hey
them boys i’m with don’t rat
them boys i’m with, they shred
hey them boys i’m with don’t care
f-ck around and rob your kids
hey i got this lil black steel
for n-ggas they thinkin’ they big, hey
how you rollin’ with a snitch
n-gga and you know he a pig?
hey don’t lie to me say that’s cookies
n-gga you know that’s mid
hey b-tch don’t ask what’s in my cup
b-tch you know that’s red, hey

[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
b-tch we made it through it
and if there’s any problems we bring capers to it
sweet money fluid, we was movin’ foolish, glocks, f-ck a coolant
man my mama praid for me daily
i’m good mom, pray for them babies
shooters goin’ brazy, watch the news daily
make sure they gravy, know the opps hate me, huh
i ain’t never told on sh-t, doesn’t make sense, why would i snitch?
they can come with a, yeah they gonna come with
we gon’ k!ll anybody, you can go get it
tip to the death, n-gga how could i switch?
dog was our dog ’til he told, now he b-tch
rollie on wrist, wet your whole fit
the biddy never sold, real gang gang b-tch
lost twenty n-ggas to the chain gang quick
zone on his way, he’ll bang that b-tch
[?] too, tuck your chain in b-tch
silly n-gga christmas, got green like the grinch
can’t go broke ’cause the fiends need fix
had good aim without the beam on the fifth
rich or poor i’ma still squeeze it out the b-tch
if i wasn’t rappin’ i’d still be hittin’ l!cks, b-tch

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