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partners n crime - stole the ye lyrics

[kangol slim]
me and my n-gg- sellin’ big yeah
he keep the floor trunk tight
n-gg- stole a whole bird, yes it’s goin’ down tonight
prime get the ak, menor get sweeper
call up the drama squad they some night time creepers
n-gg-s put us in the hole, spittin’ just for bein’ rollin’
say ya need what’cha sew
but i’ma lay this n-gg- cold

[de’jon]
roll up the ak, watch the fire jump when the foam spray
we need to lay ’em dumpin’ on a n-gg- that stole some of the ye
better pray, this n-gg- up what my conscience say, he’s guilty
now it’s time to get filthly

[mista menor]
call me the grim reaper, put ya to sleep with my sweeper
my brothers keeper, half a block my bullets reach you
i was gone meet ‘cha, we gonna teach ya how to jack
stole half the ye, now peel his cap and leave him flat

[kangol slim]
i’ma take a n-gg-, flip his cap back
that’s what he get for try’na jack
infra red, burst his head, worse his head
leavin’ the body smokin’ just like that

[chorus x4]
oh no, n-gg- stole all the ye
ten geez, over head, i want that mother f-cker dead

[de’jon]
slow it down while i clown, with this k with many rounds
of ammunition, got you b-tchin’ duckin’ from the sound
of bullets skippin’ yo ear, it catches the end with fear
take a look of what we have here, cotton n-gg- done disappeared
with fear

[mista menor]
i’m huffin’ and puffin’ i got the street sweeper cussin’
boo-koo b-tches, and got mother f-cker n-gg-s duckin’
that’s right i’m buckin’, p-n-c gonna f-ck up somethin’
lead bustin’, nothin’ but anger i’m discussin’

[kangol slim]
now we can do it how ya wanna
i’m a true f-ckin’ soldier
we gonna go a drive by in a 97 rover
four wide, high as five, lookin’ for this n-gg- ride
if i catch him on a corner, he’s a mother f-ckin’ goner

[chorus x4]

[mista menor]
my girl kay, called me up and told me where the n-gg- live
he live right around the corner from my mother f-ckin’ crib
we gonna catch him comin’ out the door
handle ya business, now ya hoe
stole the ye, stop the flow
now b-tch n-gg- ya got to go

[nickel slick]
nickel slick back on the scene
heard a fiend standin’ in magazine
scoped his mouth, where he stash his green
hear stories, dumpin’ off on the cream
cotton invest they stole my set, this n-gg- wig i’m bout to play with
you ain’t know it ain’t no secrets, squeeze on the trigger and let’s finish
this

[kangol slim]
squeez on the trigger, bullets comin’ quicker then hundred and three
n-gg- don’t run from me, bullets gunnin’ ya gee
killin’ ain’t no thing to me, who ya suppose to be?
i know a n-gg- named p-n-c, cause you my enemy
meanin’ you ain’t no friend of me, cause what ‘cha did to me
was wrong, i’m sing in a song my baby gone to the dump, it’s long
n-gg- ya gone, do what ‘cha did so i can split yo wig
couldn’t get ‘cha sh-t, bullets comin’ quick
drama squad and p-n-c, we think we bought to end the sh-t
pull up on a b-tch, hit the switch roll the drop top
lock infra red bust through yo house, red shots
it’s judgement day, mother f-cker shouldn’t have stole the ye
it’s judgement day, mother f-cker shouldn’t have stole the ye

[chorus x10]

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