paroles de chanson Chiraq - Young M.A

My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners
We hold hammers
Better duck when that gun flash, no cameras
No jammin', my gun blammin'
Your bullets flying but not landing
God damnit, my hands cramping
This big cannon do big damage
Heat on my side, my hip tanning
My nigga Danger keep the grip near him
They shot my nigga like 5 times but
He's still alive and he's still standing
B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09
I swear to god it would be problems if that nigga was still alive
Tell these niggas don't fuck with me
I'm not in the right state of mind
Put the Desert Eagle to his forehead
And make the nigga have a change of mind
Stop talking that tough shit cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that
Heard niggas out here rattin' so I had to set up my mouse traps
Blow a stack and I bounce back
Hit me up for that loud pack
Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush
Got white widow, a whole pound of that
Fuck a squad, I'm three deep
You got 10 niggas that's 10 sheep
Plus these pussy niggas don't want beef
Cause they all chicken, 10 piece
I'm in Crown Heights, I'm in Bed-Stuy
I'm in Brownsville, I'm in C.I
I'm in east New York where them things bump
If a nigga die we don't talk, shh
That's Brooklyn nigga
Them TEC-9s'll cook a nigga
Turn his brains into pudding nigga
I'm not a killer but don't push a nigga
I swear to god I will pull it nigga
Middle finger to them lookin' niggas
You say you got shooters on the roof
Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga
Never ever been a pussy type
But I know a lot of pussy dykes
Your shit's trash, you can't rap
And the engineer should've took your mic
You ain't a thug, you the mushy type
Fall in love and be hooked for life
You the type that'll kill your bitch
If she tried to leave and get booked for life
I'm really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy
I'm the type if I don't fuck with you
Don't come near me, don't come around me
This loud pack that we smokin' on
Got the whole car lookin' really cloudy
I'm riding 'round in that white
Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi
It's Brooklyn nigga, that's King's County
Niggas hate, don't know a thing about me
Only real niggas I bring around me
Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans
With a tank top and a Jesus piece
That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don't mean shit to me
I got young boys that'll rob you
For your ACs and credit cards too
With that 380 it ain't hard to
So cooperate or they sparkin' you
I was born alone, I'ma die alone
Fuck friends I don't need any
I love money, I get money
I got money and I got plenty
Mr Hayes, when they let you out
I'm right there with them weapons out
You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga
And they gone have to bring them stretchers out
Cause I'm not playing
20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga
You killed my brother now you rest nigga
Naw, fuck that, I got more to say
I know these hoes ain't loyal
Motherfucker I wasn't born today
Fuck M.O.B, I'm M.O.E
I'm just tryna grind and duck the Ds
I told niggas I don't gang bang but for my bro I throw up them Bs
It's Pain Gang, RedLyfe
Don't fuck with them and don't fuck with me
This is Brooklyn nigga,
What the fuck you mean?