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Shabaam Sahdeeq - We R lyrics
f/ Bronze K, Drift Pop, pop pop, pop.. [Chorus] We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are) We arrrreee...(We are, we are) We arrrreee...(We are, we are) We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are) [Shabaam over chorus] Molemen... Yeah, S-Double.. sweet sound Street scholar Shabaam Sahdeeq Driftin Arrow, P-O, P-F.. Bronze K, BK all day... [Bronze K] I'm tryna, lay it down with the 'caine And the jays, blowin trees, bound it in James Two guns, a gauge, and a pound Brave niggaz get laid on the ground, and when your soul start to rise I'ma pop it to clouds Bronze, Drift, and S-Double, apocalypse now Hit producers with assignments, put my verses in vows You be a passenger in a hearse, you copy my style Lock shit down, like the cops over on Leonard & Powell The kid is a mess, hoes be lovin the sex Condom bust, now a ho get a percent of my check Never trust hoes, rarely tell 'em my name And the ones that do know me, they be yellin my name I play strips, lookin devilish, with a hell of a chain J-Swiss they see me sell shit I'm true to the game Spit dimes out my mouth, fuck hand to hand Swan's out GCT, O.G.'s the clown route Certain niggaz ain't made for the street shit I eat meat, vegetarians ain't made for beef shit [Chorus] [Over Chorus] The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like.. The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath [Drift] Aiyyo we ruthless nuts, we stealin niggaz coupes and trucks My peoples shoot shit up, if they boots get scuffed And we gon' take over the game, so get used to us I get money and invest, you give your loot to sluts Leave them coward niggaz dizzy cuz they doubt that I get busy This ain't no fuckin game, my stomach growlin like a grizzly Put rounds up in your kidney, and four on your light Caesers Holdin the right heaters to soak up your wife beaters Bonin them nice divas, then leave them broads Cuz as long as my money right, I don't need them broads Say you got scrilla but I doubt it cuz your Range's is rented I'm not a killer, but I think he's about to change in a minute You up in them gay clubs, don't fuck with them fake thugs Think I'm jokin 'til the burner is touchin your taste buds Snuffin with straight slugs 'til ya block ducks down He give 'em 41 shots like them cops uptown, motherfucker [Chorus] [Over Chorus] The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like.. The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath [Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yeah, yeah, yeah Under pressure I turn coals to diamonds, priceless worths Pass with a smirk, stick you niggaz handlin work Chains close like I change flows, change zip codes Chameleon! Adapt to any strip I'm standin on S-Double, Drift, and Bronze, them niggaz to put ya money on Street trinity, dump slugs in your infinite Y'all yappin niggaz killin me, doubtin the force Y'all haters could never win, cuz we sweepin y'all off Like stoops, come through in coupes, in flavors like Froot Loops Guns not for show, these niggaz they do shoot And my mind flow righteous stars But I still got artillery, for them cats tryna take me off course In my truck I take turns like I'm whippin a Porsche Doin fifty, hottie in the Denalli, just missed me Where it stay crispy, like fifties, outta the ATM Yes thou surpassin 'em, it's Redrum Where I'm from is everywhere, and everywhere is where I'm from Everybody got a gun, all scramblin gettin ones Y'all niggaz all sound the same, it's a new era Act like a bitch, smear ya lipstick and mascara Tracks get smashed when you put these three soldiers together See me never, see multiple holes in ya leather Make ya chest a golf course, when I flame that torch Bitch niggaz, (Pop, pop pop, pop) [Chorus] [Over Chorus] The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like.. The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath [Chorus] We arrrreee... We arrrreee... We arrrreee... We arrrreee... |
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