Gang Time

Gangtime
Yeah it's gang sxxx all of that
Double C G that
No huddle up tho
Gang sxxx we bang shit

It's gang sxxx

This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
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It's Hunnid Jordan & Streetz Pippen it's gang time
Run through the pxxxx and dog her out like a canine
Them alphabets start making sense when the K flying
And where I'm from they whip the white like a hate crime
11-8 and I'm headed down to 11-4
I keep it wit me these nxxxxx iffy you never know
The first to jump I cock the pump and I let it blow
It's protocol he suppose to fall like a domino

(Streetz)
I post up 33 on me I'm Streetz Pippen
I'm Loc Dog mix with O-Dawg I'm so menace
Gravel glock death penalty ah be yo sentence
The other hand mix coke and soda I'm so chemist
Gun in my hand don't trust a soul when I can duck business
So don't cross me like black cat cause I'm superstitious
And if I'm feeling iffy then I send you well wishes
Up the 10 millie send shells hotter than Hells Kitchen

(Hunnid)
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
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I'm well mannered and lil mister I'm never lackin
A recollection of retrospection I'm never rappin
And for the hecklers in my performance I do the clappin
Might hit ya block and turn your shooters to target practice
You in the field you doing drills you too for real
I'm in the hills a couple calls I get you killed
She do the dishes she in the kitchen she making meals
I give her dxxx and that is it I don't pay her bills

(Streetz)
That bxxxx bad her pxxxx wet I'm like a Navy Seal
I dive in and make her skeet then Ima skeet for real
28s burning rubber look like monster wheels
And we stay with them big toys but ain't no Tonka deals
On scary shit like Halloween ah get yo pumkin peeled
All these hitters on my team welcome to Solider Field
Full automatic with drums and bxxxx we on a drill
Blood gang straight out the Hundreds where all we know is real
Gang

(Hunnid)
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx
This gang sxxx this gang sxxx we bang sxxx

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Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Jacobs
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