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(feat. Buddah Man, Thomas) [Hook: x2] That's them niggaz, it's best you don't test them niggaz Fuck around, and leave your brains in your head rest nigga Have your ass in a body cast, on bed rest nigga We some designated grave diggers, that's them niggaz [Buddah Man:] Them blood spillers, that's that nigga infested with game Affiliated with thug niggaz, mafia style trained Off the chain, gangsta strutters sitting on cutters Suicide do' shutters, some thoed mo'fuckers It's hazardous, verbal assault and battery Flipping a foreign, riding with a wide anatomy Skating down your block, like it ain't no gravity Mouthpiece off the leash, I must live lavishly Bust open your chest cavity, I'm trained to smoke ya Snub nose out the holster, and ready to toast ya All braggers and boasters, get hit with the nine mili' 22 inch rim peeler, untamed gorilla That's them niggaz, watch out don't test them niggaz They the type to leave your dome, where your chest at nigga I'm from that dead nigga, where we tote techs nigga Disrespect and we leaving boys, with broke necks nigga Letras de canciones[Hook x2] [T-Pop:] Como estas, oh-oh that's them niggaz Pablo's my connection, that's my nigga Fucking niggaz in the game, I'm that nigga I'm the head honcho, squash that nigga Move it swiftly can't read, or scat ass nigga Dig a ditch for Pablo, about to crack this nigga Plus it's no bitch to be hot, I'ma address this nigga How he feel if we even come, contest this nigga I'm a killer, and I know how to finesse this nigga Break a nigga down like sticks, where it hurts at nigga Leave a nigga in the dirt, where the curse at nigga I hate you, because where I was birth at nigga [Hook x2] [Thomas:] What's wrong, what y'all think we don't mob no more Ride around in hoo-doo's, or get high no more What y'all think we ain't gangsta, we don't rob no more What just because I rap, that ain't my job no more I'll drop you hoe, straight pop you hoe Keep some shit up on my waist, that'll stop you hoe Straight knock you hoe, like a son of a bitch And that's just from being hard nigga, in front of your bitch Look what I done to you bitch, I know you feeling it now And that gunshot to the leg, I know she healing it now I know you feeling me now, tal'n bout killing me now You don't even own a pistol nigga, telling me how So you stealing me now, so it's you I got's to call out Nigga bring the whole squad, I'll take you all out Plus the wall out, God bless them niggaz So when you see us coming niggaz, say that's them niggaz [Hook x2] From Letras Mania