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izze the producer - gangland lyrics

[hook: lil durk]
i’m the man, my young n-ggas ain’t playing
they shoot him for free, ain’t got to pay em
i’m the man, pull up on me i’ma blam
and i say i’m from the land
gangland, gangland
gangland, gangland
gangland, gangland
gangland, gangland

[verse 1: ad]
popped a motherf-cker to the brain
westside errb, 2 c’s with a bang
chucking up them fingers, lil n-gga, what you claim?
you a demonstration if you hating when you play
black on blue doe’, see the bloods in the city say i’m [?]
cali thuggin’, we be hanging out the two-doors
two shots, bumping 2pac, give me two knots, and i’m cool now
no lie, it was go time
little homies run up on you, give you botox
leave you with a [?], four five with a nine
bam, going ham, leave his mama screaming oh my
p-ssy n-gga you a man for nothing
f-ck where you from, you don’t stand for nothing
super bad when they talking to the cops
motherf-ck the ops on the block, we ain’t playing [?]
imma slow it down, let me switch the flow
so y’all can understand what i’m spitting
no, f-ck that, i buck tracks
real rap from the land where the pump crack
right here where it started, see our spitters so r-t-rded
rip your favorite artist, leave him dead in the party
been getting c-cky for a minute
had to drop the dead weight, kind of stocky for a minute
put some diamonds in my watch, playing hockey for a minute
tryna stop me knuckle up, been playing rocky for a minute, n-gga!

[verse 2: dc young fly]
aw sh-t, boy, you don’t want them problems
at your house, woods surrounded by them choppers
i’m by myself, you tried to get me with your partner
you ain’t know i had some under the shirt ready to stop ya
this is not instagram, you will get k!lled
a couple of goons, a couple of clips
we hitting up everything, bodies gon ‘flip
you n-ggas be playing, you not with the sh-t
until you be laying and stinking in sh-t
you f-ck with my n-ggas, you lay in the ditch
we pulling out choppers and slanging that sh-t
you barely can breathe, you thinking and sh-t
your body parts everywhere, hanging and sh-t
you thought it was all fun and games in this b-tch
you found out my n-gga buck [?] in this b-tch
y’all n-ggas be flexing, you lame in this b-tch
we taking y’all hoes so we came in this b-tch
that’s what you get for claiming that b-tch
see you the video, banging this b-tch
you thanking that n-gga, don’t pay me for sh-t
hold up, chill out
my n-ggas in this b-tch, and they wild
f-ck up, get shot
ha ha, my n-ggas, man we mob

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