we gangbangin lyrics – nipsey hussle

(feat. coby supreme, jay rock & gl*sses malone)

[hook: nipsey hussle]
i don’t know,
wut u done heard,
but were i’m from,
u might get served,
u might shoot back,
u might get cracked,
u might do life but,
that’s just that cause,
we gang bangin [x8]

[coby supreme:]
it might be,
the very last time u see ya family,
that’s why i pray every time i go to sleep,
and every time i take a step up out the door,
don’t forget to grab the strap off the dressor,
n*gg* supreme u konw it’s still a rap rock war,
that’s mix the cain right,
that’s wut the smokers fiend for,
lord forgive me for i have sin,
i still chipped the n*gg* and walk off with a grin,
my kids is thirsty they’ll merk ya,
they’ll hurt ya,
they’ll dirt ya,
they’ll work ya,
over kill ya,
and fill yo *ss up with 100 muhf*ckin shots,

[hook: nipsey hussle]
i don’t know,
wut u done heard,
but were i’m from,
u might get served,
u might shoot back,
u might get cracked,
u might do life but,
that’s just that cause,
we gang bangin [x8]

[jay rock:]
l.a. is were we bang,
n*gg*s know wut it is,
disrespect a smith and wesson catch a whole to ya wig,
got love from blue rags,
ride with my red rags,
if u got a problem with that u get yo toe tagged,
look i’m down for my turf,
steady puttin in work,
better watch what u say,
ge yo face on a shirt,
look i’m strapped when i ride,
see the gats in my ride,
fully auto loaded if u don’t bust back then u die,
i react when i’m high,
see the red from my eyes,
all my goons is thirsty they kill for the piece of the pie,
this is not a surprise,
n*gg* this how we live,
rivals poppin they lips,
then we pop in a clip

[hook: nipsey hussle]
i don’t know,
wut u done heard,
but were i’m from,
u might get served,
u might shoot back,
u might get cracked,
u might do life but,
that’s just that cause,
we gang bangin [x8]

[g. malone:]
i’m a mad *ss eastside bg ridah,
and f*ck any trick who don’t like it,
bet they faint when they see the heat i ride with,
guaranty ya leave these b*tch n*gg*s silenced,
so who u side with,
we better get along,
if u don’t get it right,
i gotta do u wrong,
that’s the code of the streets sh*t they been the same,
and i live by the code and we keep the gang,
can’t p*ss the cl*ss of life unless u cheatin mane,
and n*gg*s ain’t give me p*sses when they seen the range,
they let the heaters aim ride up on the side of me,
that type of sh*t bring the southern street up out of me,
they try to leave yo n*gg* wetter than pastrami meat,
so i pull triggas give these fakes lobotomies,
cause i’m a ridah babe,
with a lot of change,
and enough juice to turn u f*ckas into rottamane

[nipsey hussle:]
we gang bangin [until end]

/ nipsey hussle lyrics