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Partners-N-Crime - Stole the Ye lyrics
f/ Drama Squad [Kangol Slim] Me and my nigga sellin' big yeah He keep the floor trunk tight Nigga 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 Niggas put us in the hole, spittin' just for bein' rollin' Say ya need what'cha sew But I'ma lay this nigga cold [De'Jon] Roll up the AK, watch the fire jump when the foam spray We need to lay 'em dumpin' on a nigga that stole some of the ye Better pray, this nigga 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 nigga, 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-4x] Oh no, nigga stole all the ye Ten Geez, over head, I want that mother fucker dead [De'Jon] Slow it down while I clown, with this K with many rounds Of ammunition, got you bitchin' duckin' from the sound Of bullets skippin' yo ear, it catches the end with fear Take a look of what we have here, cotton nigga done disappeared With fear [Mista Menor] I'm huffin' and puffin' I got the street sweeper cussin' Boo-Koo bitches, and got mother fucker niggas duckin' That's right I'm buckin', P-N-C gonna fuck up somethin' Lead bustin', nothin' but anger I'm discussin' [Kangol Slim] Now we can do it how ya wanna I'm a true fuckin' soldier We gonna go a drive by in a 97 Rover Four wide, high as five, lookin' for this nigga ride If I catch him on a corner, he's a mother fuckin' goner [Chorus-4x] [Mista Menor] My girl Kay, called me up and told me where the nigga live He live right around the corner from my mother fuckin' crib We gonna catch him comin' out the door Handle ya business, now ya hoe Stole the ye, stop the flow Now bitch nigga 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 nigga 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 Nigga don't run from me, bullets gunnin' ya gee Killin' ain't no thing to me, who ya suppose to be? I know a nigga 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 Nigga ya gone, do what 'cha did so I can split yo wig Couldn't get 'cha shit, bullets comin' quick Drama Squad and P-N-C, we think we bought to end the shit Pull up on a bitch, hit the switch roll the drop top Lock Infra Red bust through yo house, red shots It's Judgement Day, mother fucker shouldn't have Stole the Ye It's Judgement Day, mother fucker shouldn't have Stole the Ye [Chorus-10x] |
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