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Ying Yang Twins

Brang Yo Azz OutDoz

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Aw shitlet that pussy nigga write whats outah, that nigga dont know nothin `bout us soldierswhat, what [Chorus 1] - repeat 2XTest that nigga, rush that niggaget that nigga, man bust that nigga [Chorus 2]You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)you wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out dozYou wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)You wanna flex you gon` bust my azzBrang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz[Verse 1] The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol` bitchThen I`m the same pimp, you niggas make me so sickShe call us perpatrators, and if them day to day hatersSee if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrubShe come to move the crewI`ll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suitsI weigh `em down like tide, so you can`t see the wineIt aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ??Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shitNow watch my shit get lit - up like a cigaretteI smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtownCant even holla with something, see I done lived it nowThese niggas thinkin I owe `em, when I dont even know `emI keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paperThey want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovatorI put a hole in yo neighbor, `bout big as the equatorBITCH, I`ll see ya later[Verse 2]I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothesRemember when a nigga didnt have these goldsRemember when a nigga didnt have no endsBut now I`m straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A CheckIt take long time, but now a nigga livin goodBallin with the thugs in my hood - the woodsIf you didnt know TD drop thangs, put a bullet in yo motherfucking brainsCAN YOU HANG?[Chorus 1]You get mad `cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)You got anamocity on yo chestBrang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out dozYou wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)You wanna go and try to steal my clothesBrang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz [Verse 3]Mayhem, double hands on the aboveTo me I`m putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to `emMurderers, killas, thug niggasAtl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealersCause I`m gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I`m thugged outThey will be my drug out, young niggas grilled outSmokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta leanMurder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which yaAint gon let`cha get away, I think I had a bad daySmucky bear with it, even though ????? in AdamsvilleI dont give a fuck, nigga what if you bookI`m here so you can get me, and there`s no way its gotta be`Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet [Verse 4]Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing itCame up with that yang on yo brain with that thang manLyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldierscomin out of Georgia, slangin wit that waterMy other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high todayTell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for meAnd scream "free me"Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knotsAnd altitudes, my niggas she botilaryFor bustas who be talkin shit [Chorus 1] You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)You wanna flex you gon` bust my azzBrang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doznigga, brang yo azz out dozYou get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)You got anamocity on yo chestBrang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doznigga brang yo azz out doz [Verse 5] It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakesYou should tramp on the hill, down by each lakeSee you ran into this nigga, named suga bowSuga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hairHad this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for cheddaShe ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebblesUp, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeansIced out, on the arm, I`m rollin, sayin you niggas gone [Verse 6]The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothesIt got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I`m offCause I`m a dead man walkin, deep dog talkinSmall time scracker, well be a thug trainerHangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with meBecause I`m known to fuck and gettin my dick suckedSo black yo wanna act up, you betta back up`fore you get slapped up like biscuitsSucked on like incense [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)You wanna go and try to steal my clothesBrang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doznigga, brang yo azz out dozYou wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)You wanna flex you gon` bust my azzBrang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doznigga, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk bitchYou aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X) Test that nigga, rush that nigga,get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X) I said y`all motherfuckers gon` learnIf ya play with fire nigga ya gon` get burned (repeat 4X)

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