The Gang (Album Version|Explicit) - shyne/Foxy Brown
Written by：C. Thompson/R. Williams/D. Porter/Jamaal Barrow/T. Etlinger/L. Laurie
Lets get it clear Brooklyn Vietnam
Yo live from the seven one eight y'all
Lay down ni**a
It's the ill na na
Cut ya dick off put it in ya
Mouth y'all understand
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang
And a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my ni**a
Yacht if the mink is saggin'
Since a youth I flipped
On some ruthless sh*t
Had a thing for rings bling
Coupes and sh*t
Some' bout watchin'
Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me
Wanna grab my hammer
F**kin' with the Cheddar boys
Some hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys for when the
Fed's annoy us
We keep this sh*t gangsta ni**a
From verse to chorus
And the Street Lords and truly yours
Drive Modena spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the streets love the war
My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw
Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz
Motor city to Brooklyn Vietnam
Ni**a it's on till my flesh is gone
And even then I live on in gangsta form
What you know about that
Macs and cash ni**a how you love that
What you know about that
Doin' it up livin' it up ni**a what
What you know about that
The gully kid put it in your skully kid
Bleed ni**a what it is
What you know about that
Yacht Cheddar boys
Streets Lords truly yours
It's the godfather Buried alive
Ayo po it's the ill na na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the rugers out
In fatbush and I keeps the
Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out
Y'all got a muthaf**kin' problem
When my dude get out
Dutty ay bust a shot for
Shyne get the guinness stout
That's my word I got the
Berken pulled over up on parkside
And nostrand in the butter scotch rover
I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in
Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check muthaf**ka hit the yard up
Comm stop Mid State
Brooklyn niggaz squad up
I'm hot steppin' in the pink staline seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me
There's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take
They time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing
On the stand but y'all don't hear me
What you know about that
Macs and cash ni**a how you love that
What you know about that
Doin' it up livin' it up ni**a what
What you know about that
The gully kid put it in your skully kid
Bleed ni**a what it is
What you know about that
Yacht Cheddar boys streets Lords
Truly yours
Money cars guns hoes
Sniff some blow and I'm good to go
Eagle inflated Federal Bureau investigated
Most hated ni**a read the affidavit
Uh racin' loud pipes
Big f**kin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse dikes
You punk rappers should payin' me
Publishin' the way you write
And be samplin' my life
Every line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be Shyne
And I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't young ni**a catchin' charges
Continental t's parked in garages
Menages odds is
I'm the best spittin' it ni**a I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was watchin' New Jack city
And f**kin' with
Uncle Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin' I talk about I live it
All you hear these rappers rap about
I really did it
I was designed to hold nines and grind
Step out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change
You know the game jet planes and coc*ine
And what I say might be held against me
I don't wanna talk
I'm the hottest ni**a in New York
What you know about that
Macs and cash ni**a how you love that
What you know about that
Doin' it up livin' it up ni**a what
What you know about that
The gully kid put it in your skully kid
Bleed ni**a what it is
What you know about that
Yacht Cheddar boys streets Lords
Truly yours
