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Big Ed - We Some lyrics
[big ed] Chorus We some mob niggas Bust your ass out your hilfigers No limit mercenary killers We some thug niggas We some tru niggas What you wanna do nigga Stomp your ass till your black and blue nigga We some mob niggas Bust your ass out your hilfigers No limit mercenary killers We some thug niggas We some tru niggas What you wanna do nigga Rowdy rowdy bout to act a fuckin fool nigga [crooked eye] Stick em up, how you like establish 98 Big ed is the assassin, with a fresh cut cake No shakes, bet these mob niggas can't wait For sausa teach the hits from the south to the yay Lay em down, military minded made niggas Low to the last don still up we paid niggas Grave diggers be nothin on gods earth that bleed Stay tru to the game and keep close my enemies Pushing crates and tapes all across the states It used to be d, but now it's street rap cd's With made niggas, highly paid niggas Killers on the payroll, so step nigga, roll niggas Put a hit out on me i put one out on you You test one of my soldiers i take your whole crew Banana clip in, bavgate and sausa Commanded by the colonel p, don't like it we lost ya [big ed] Chorus Nigga i say shit like dips quick to empty out clips Big ed and steady mobbin fuck up your block in one dip It ain't no stoppin cause we military minded niggas My first phrase as a kid was momma pass the trigger The captian of this tank no limit soldier up in this bitch Making moves with my thugs nigga i plan to be rich Tatted up strapped tight with tek 9's and glocks I'm hittin switches in the four nigga make the front hop So nigga how many niggas wanna ride with me I call my niggas when my enemies collide with me Tank dawgs be the niggas that would for die for me Cause nina war make them hollow tips fly for me Steady mobbin got the ghost town riders And nigga i'm tru for life, so can't nuttin come beside us The colonel got the tank bustin on you niggas Ground troops of war got killers dumpin on yall niggas Chorus [billy bavgate] Bavgate screaming mary jane when i mob Nigga point to the west like sadaam Rowdy like the ???, nigga off the hook like a baker Ghost town niggas keep one up in the chamber I lived rough as a youth when i was growing up Tryin to come up i hit a lick on a cigarette truck I ain't giving a fuck I'm gettin loose your main mafia nigga in the movie Big ed pumpin lead till they dead I'm a gangsta gettin watched by the feds Bavgate gettin high till my last day No limit soldier till the comet hit the motherfucking bay |
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