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big june – piru’n remix lyrics

verse 1: big june:

june, yeah, skyline, p+funk wit’ it
catch a brossy do the n+gga like funk did it (like funk did it)
uh, up out the windows and the trunk with it
i’mma bang that, aim that and lay down and pump n+ggas (braa!)
yeah we serious about the p
and i knock out any n+gga i p crossing out the b (crossin’ out the b)
man, i won’t stop g’n
and i can’t stop being a blood they can’t p it (they can’t p it)
uh, and yeah i’m still aktive
out here shootin’ at these n+ggas for practice
put your ass right in a casket
soon as you get to trippin’ what we color the flag is
little n+gga you get gone with that sh+t
i hit that ass with somethin’ that make you do backflips (mothaf+cka!)
you’re now in tune to a real one doin’ this
big june, eat a kicked? on some piru’n sh+t

chorus x2: big june:

what you little n+ggas out here doing, n+gga
get yo’ ass up and start piru’n, n+gga
you ain’t a factor yet so stop what you doing, n+gga
i been in the game who you think brought june in, n+gga
verse 2: o.y.g. redrum781:

p, to the i+r+u
nevermind how you spell it pr+nounce it piru (piru)
homies hear a dog whistle (su+woo!) when in they fall through
i’m redrum o.y.g., and who is you?
no clues left, fools lose their breath
with the uzi i crept, blood ooze in they steps
i’m a threat to your set, super soaking me a wet
cherry red, cherry everything, what you ‘ruspect!

verse 3: bandana da ragg:

i give up the ‘ru like the panthers do with the fist
a hog when i hog givin’ kicks f+ckin’ up my kicks
big money sh+t, only f+ck with gulley sh+t
bicking back bool i’m only black watching my money flip
been here, out the street is the black top
hustle so cold i sell a fiend a black rock
reppin’ the town, b+tch, like i do the red sox
pop boy, burn a n+gga with these red dots

chorus x2

verse 4: dawgie (unda dawg):
yeah, my n+ggas with the bands know why because they murk n+ggas
play xbox then laugh on why they murk n+ggas
frontline, call me hawth+rne wit’ it
on rosecrans bound like my relly pookaroo? did it (sooo!)
make the front papers, n+gga, like the war in iraq
and keepin’ it poppin’ sh+t that’s the length of a bat
with a long clip to it, or a drum that’ll do it
spittin’ so many sh+lls like they were sunflower fluid
throw your set up my n+gga, feel that, bang that (su+woo!)
i’m with that, aim it at the top and i split that
i love the cherry like i love them fruitas
my n+ggas get water, go fishing for tunas
burners on the waist, p tatted on the face
what it do, i’m a real one that bang piru
n+ggas claim they with their biz and goin’ k up sh+t
this ain’t a f+cking movie script, i’m as real as it gets!

chorus x2

outro: j+bizz x2:

it’s a cold cold world, in my hood
n+ggas gettin’ k!lled in the streets, up to no good
and we can give a f+ck what you thinkin’
’cause we be hustlin’ and bangin’
and we be smokin’ and drinkin’, in my hood, in my hood
chorus (x2)

- big june lyrics

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