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jim jones - purple city byrd gang lyrics

[shiest bub]yo it’s shiest bub yea you know i’m a veteran
10th grade i was a varsity letterman
introduced to crack, now we headed to maryland
feinds knockin’ at the door, go ‘head n-gga let ’em in
yea we poppin’, cop 4 ki’s when the cheddars in
n-ggas i ain’t worryin, send shots an they scurryin’
these actions we hurried ’em b-st-rds we burried ’em
in the belly the beast it’s shiest the barbarian

[hook]thats us that purple city byrd gang (eastside)
thats us that purple city byrd gang (woop woop)
dipset that purple city byrd gang (we ride the 5)
hardbody that purple city byrd gang (eastside)
thats us that purple city byrd gang (woop woop)
thats us that purple city byrd gang (dipset)
dipset that purple city byrd gang (eastside)
hardbody that purple city byrd gang

[un-kasa]catch me o.t. maybach wit’ a b-tch
2 macks strapped to the lips now rapidly spit
2 bad brazilian b-tches wrappin’ my spliffs
2 byrds strapped to they hip purple seats lavender 6
hundred’ thou’ just to wrap up the wrist
nod you head cash in your whip
got the crack stash in the van
yo them macks i got them stashed in the trench
empty clips 2 when i’m havin a fit
2 guns i ain’t havin’ that sh-t
diplomat purple city better honor that sh-t

it’s on my arm wit’ that sh-t
for your moms, put a bomb in her whip
they be wonderin’, where the car and her went on some -rs-nal sh-t
jim jones is the capo of this
you up next my n-gga just let those cartridges spit

(bddddaat bddddaat bddddaat bddddaat bddddaat)
yea n-gga you know whats gonna happen
when i pull up and pull out all your gonna hear is word to the 5

[hook]
[jim jones]you f-ckers now knock it off the drama then
pop it off (say what)
i cop shotties the noses i chop ’em off (bddddaat)
i’m hard body lord knows i got the floss (blingin)
the big body you know the top come off (woah)
now be advised (yea)
we be them guys (uh oh)
hundred’ g’s on the ride gun on me when i drive (purple city)
gun on me when i ride (who want it)
cause’ that envy jelly the street n-ggas get delt on the street
shout out to melly and zeek (yea)
just get ya’ health and just creep
it ain’t tellin’ me peace, i’m bout to melt ’em with heat (boom boom)
thats for them ice cream n-ggas (uh oh)
pull up with the a-k an lite them cream n-ggas (baboow)
yea its word to the byrd its jones on a roll
it’s the chrome to your soul let ’em blow there they go (there they go)
thats word to the byrd thats to the byrd gang
its purple city in this b-tch yeah you heard man

[hook]

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