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t-weaponz - dem boys (remix) (alternate version) lyrics

[shamrock (fingazz in background)]
yeah
i think we gotta roll down the window for this one (yeah, yeah)
put your seat back and crank that motherf-cker up
you heard what the f-ck i said, crank that sh-t!

[chorus: ark & fingazz] (ark) {fingazz}
don’t go messin’ with them boys (from new york)
cause you’ll probably end up dead on your back {yeah, yeah}
don’t go messin’ with them boys (from the west)
cause you’ll probably hear a cl!ck and a clack {yeah, yeah}
don’t go messin’ with them boys (from the south)
cause you’ll probably end up dead on the trap {yeah, yeah}
don’t go messin’ with them boys (don’t go messin’ with them boys) {yeah}
don’t go messin’ with them boys

[verse 1: shamrock]
don’t go messin’ with them boys, you don’t know what’ll hit ya
i can screw it up like this or spit it quick like a twista
i could get
real loud or do the ying yang, whisper
back then
she didn’t want me, now i’m twistin’ your sister
i’m in your house like swisha
slurpin’, sippin’ your syzzurp
tippin’ on 44’s, worse, i’m gettin’ exquisite
what’s the dizza, my nizza
the l!ck is sick to my fliffer
a muh’f-cker tried to spit, and he’ll get shipped off the river
girls unzip up my zipper
they l!ck my d-ck like a sticker
they wanna see the big dipper
so i flip it like flipper
yo, we gripping them triggers, so now we flipping them figures
i got them black, boys saying “man, i’m sick of this with ya”

[chorus]

[verse 2: ark {-ark slowed down-}]
i keep telling ’em, to {-slow it down-}
{-like screwed and chopped-}
trust me, they’re be
no one around when you’ll get shot
{-you won’t get found, when you get got-}
keep f-cking with them boys, they’ll keep bucking with them toys
got the ones with mute, b-ttons, you’ll hear nothin’ but that noise
a few hittin’ the floor
these dudes here don’t get it at all
my motherf-ckers ain’t here to snore
my motherf-ckers is ready for war
comin’ for your spot
get rid of you all, cause you really a fraud
the whole d-mn world is sick of you all
say that sh-t, you vanish, boy
yeah, you missin’ the point, when you spittin’ soft
real n-ggas, put a fist in the air
everybody else, get a kick in the rear
cause you spit so thug, but you really a queer
guess no love, real n-ggas don’t care
want numbers, here’s the math
got to be real for your sh-t to add
i done got me a mil for my gift of gab
we about to ride out ya and hit the gas

[chorus]

(verse 3)
[psalmz]
you ain’t nothin’, punchin’ nothin’, no pushin’, pumpin’ or stuntin’
you drunk and bumpin’ your gums when you soft as cushion, you frontin’
go run and jump in -ssumptions, them brooklyn boys’ll come rushin’
if you in it, to get it, you kick in the door
the minute, you in it, you get it and go
get rid of the spinach, don’t sit in the dough
cause n-ggas will k!ll you to get what you gross…

[izreal]
them boys bringin’ new york
city back in like biggie rappin’, with the city busy yappin’
are they really latin, what really happened, we blow it up in on piggy-backin’
so no matter, donde que picen, all the girls dicen, look they goro boriquans
we respected from bk to texas, connected go h-rn of the precients
tell ’em the streets rise, i’m comin’ in peace but we d-mned if lettin’ any
beef by ya, so don’t you go messin’ with them eastsiders, we street fighters

[chorus]

[fingazz]
yeah, yeah
{-scratching-}
“fi-fi-fi”
{-scratching-}
“fingazz on the track…”
yeah, yeah

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