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ghetto commission - our thing lyrics

featuring mac magic qb

[ghetto commission]
i’m from the dirty south where n-gg-s go to prison just by word of mouth
slangin quarter keys to make them g’s is what it’s all about
i was brought up in the city of?
had nerve with that n-gg- pepper
that’s you gots to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya
i used to hang across that water
that mighty nine another second
while loungin in the club i pack a stunt nose smith n wesson
f-ckin hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that’s a war
these n-gg-s out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling
it’s a swamp n-gg-, we all ghost f-ckin riders as we stunt n-gg-s
that scr-ppin sh-t ain’t happenin see you dead if yous a punk n-gg-
we floss around in lexuses, from the boot to houston, texas
any? that disrespect us recieve a slug clean through thier vest

i’m from where n-gg-s end up lookin like funnels
when they crossin my tunnel
left them bl–dy puddles, so? represent my jungle
the bricks b-tch, my rad row where we ride slow
go to war with calicos, sendin n-gg-s to thier burial
i’m tellin ya n-gg-s’ll be smellin ya, back at the c-n-l
n-gg-s know we living foul with televised murder trials
we hustle, duckin jp in laced up brees
white t’s, we keep our rocks the same place we keep our d
we meet at club james, known for blood stains
n-gg-s stay in front of teeners get caught up in the game
lickin shots all over the place, shots on wayms and devilla
betty street, garden road, westbank, home of killers

[mac]
from the eastbank to the westbank, it’s our thing
from the third ward to the ninth ward, it’s our thing
it’s a n.o. thing, an n.o. thing, an n.o. thing
throw your hood up and claim n-gg-, it’s an n.o. thing

[ghetto commission]
let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward
look they ain’t playin
any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin
when you see them n-gg-s with the white hankerchiefs
you get to the land of the lost
cause these n-gg-s bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost
many n-gg-s done got killed on the battlefield over clintonfield
yall aint even got to front, if these twisted for arms soldiers real
they knockin nuts off back in the cutoff, them n-gg-s bout it too
you doubt it, call session, you could be another bl–dy body too
if i was you i’d keep my tools livin around them vicious fools
darkside, lightside, boatside, f-ck h-m-cide rules
them boys over the hump poppin trunks if you gettin outta line
h-lls yeah, n-gg-s packin that nine, respect our f-ckin mind

[magic]
now all you hear is ninth ward this, n-gg- ninth ward that
it’s mr. magic, puttin my f-ckin hood on the map
you wanna die motherf-ckers cause you’re f-ckin with g’s
you dig your own f-ckin grave when your f-ckin with these
so where my n-gg-s at, throw your f-ckin nine in the air
respect my nine, i represent it like i just don’t care
desire and galvant, n-gg- don’t fiend and flood
be the only motherf-ckers ever show me love
it’s cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm
so when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm
and if i die motherf-ckers better sound the alarm
city under siege, clinton couldn’t stop this bomb

[qb]
f-ck with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam
third ward, parkway, allaway, ak spray, now tell me who’s the man
the click i roll with will leave you in the bas-m-nt
call your mama, tell her make a replacement
this nine must she waste it
no years i be facing in the crescent
tryin to teach an adolescent, f-ck them n-gg-s i’m suggesting
you keep your mouth closed before your body wired with holes
exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes

[mac]
check it
i’m camoflauged motherf-cker, i bust em till they click
i make moves and keep these boss b-tches up on my d-ck
been camoflauge but ever since a young buck
i hit the scene like n-gg- what, do anybody wanna f-ck
with this murda murda killer, blood spiller with rhyme
or i cut your life short like my part in the last don
so much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom
affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms
n-gg-
that’s it

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