boota bang – stop talking lyrics
[hook]
n-gg-s always talking to we catch ’em while they walking or we pull up on they street n-gg-
thought i was a lil n-gg-, heard he was a big n-gg- tried to play me like a b-tch n-gg-
he say he getting chips n-gg-, steady scream he with the sh-ts n-gg-
’til we run up on his whip get to sparking at his wig, open up his lid, leave ’em in the streets open up the trunk get his sh-t n-gg-
catch you hanging where i’m hanging don’t know what the f-ck he thinking but it’s only right we lynch n-gg-s
in the trap it’s a workout, uh-huh so you better have ya b-tch with ya
catch you lacking at the fence n-gg-, you dismissed n-gg-
meet in the trenches it’s a bunch of young n-gg-s finna get rich n-gg-
[verse]
catch you slipping hollow tips and victims, whip flipping from the chopper
it’s a high speed chase, ain’t no way that you can stop us
gone head and play just call me death ’cause ain’t no way that you could stop this
your final destination is the grave or the doctors
be proper when you talking to real n-gg-s
don’t judge me by my age, cause i’m far from a lil n-gg-
these n-gg-s took my sand box so it’s only right i deal with you
so many memories that it feel like i’m still with you
and i used to put up my fists, now i gotta let the steel hit you
the more you try to avoid trouble seem like the sh-t still get you
i’ll pull up on you bussin’, hit the station then start snitchin’
n-gg-s k!ll they right hand for that paper then start trickin’
n-gg-s begging for beef, they can’t take it then we k!ll ’em
n-gg-s always talking ’til we erase the pride that was in ’em, just watch his eyes i’ma send him
just watch the rise of the realist
we gone stay alive and count millions
got the realist gangstas in the building, and i know they gone feel me
and i don’t respect alpo and snitching and still pitching
and i don’t respect harlem, he k!lled rich and he was still living
i’m a man about my sh-t, i gotta plan out about sh-t
can’t throw my life to the wind out here
but i promise to god these n-gg-s better quit playing out here
‘fore i pull up 32 shots leave a n-gg- laying out here
and even though i’m a christian, please don’t make me overthrow my religion
posted by that corner store with that bag and that stainless
and a mask and a hat just incase i gotta leave a n-gg- brainless, sh-t get dangerous
they hating ’cause i’m next up
tell them p-ssy n-gg-s vest up
my respect up ’cause my tec up shoot a n-gg- from the neck up
mouth zipped i never said nothing, i never said nothing
my mouth zipped b-tch i never said nothing, sqad
[hook]
n-gg-s always talking to we catch ’em while they walking or we pull up on they street n-gg-
thought i was a lil n-gg-, heard he was a big n-gg- tried to play me like a b-tch n-gg-
he say he getting chips n-gg-, steady scream he with the sh-ts n-gg-
’til we run up on his whip get to sparking at his wig, open up his lid, leave ’em in the streets open up the trunk get his sh-t n-gg-
catch you hanging where i’m hanging don’t know what the f-ck he thinking but it’s only right we lynch n-gg-s
in the trap it’s a workout, uh-huh so you better have ya b-tch with ya
catch you lacking at the fence n-gg-, you dismissed n-gg-
meet in the trenches it’s a bunch of young n-gg-s finna get rich n-gg-
[verse 2]
now i could never forget kp was a [?]
10/11/12, october [?] september, cold world it felt like december
holes in his chest, holes in liver, made me wanna go k!ll a n-gg-
i’m in the trap with the mac90, you know where to find me
standing round the hood i roll like the 90’s, i just bought a uzi
just so i can shoot a movie, i rememeber qp
on the run, it was me him and his son
through me he forever lives on
close range with the shotti, got me thinking homi’s
i’m thinking bodies, now i’m lurking in the cut all back strap with a turban
off perks, and n-gg- worser, walking with this .44 bulldog and it’s murder, tell jarule that it’s murder
i never heard of you n-gg-s, it’s just murder my n-gg-
[hook]
n-gg-s always talking to we catch ’em while they walking or we pull up on they street n-gg-
thought i was a lil n-gg-, heard he was a big n-gg- tried to play me like a b-tch n-gg-
he say he getting chips n-gg-, steady scream he with the sh-ts n-gg-
’til we run up on his whip get to sparking at his wig, open up his lid, leave ’em in the streets open up the trunk get his sh-t n-gg-
catch you hanging where i’m hanging don’t know what the f-ck he thinking but it’s only right we lynch n-gg-s
in the trap it’s a workout, uh-huh so you better have ya b-tch with ya
catch you lacking at the fence n-gg-, you dismissed n-gg-
meet in the trenches it’s a bunch of young n-gg-s finna get rich n-gg-
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