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lirik lagu psychopathic records - if we were a gang

[intro: big hoodoo]
you know! motherf-ckas act like we couldn’t make this sh-t real or something
we could make this real if you want us to hahahaha reality b-tch come on
walk with us

[verse 1: anybody k!lla]
if we were in a gang
i’d bang on them b-tches
leaving all the snitches
sleeping with the fishes
if we were in a gang
i’d let it be known
i’m not alone
we lurking outside your home
if we were in a gang
i wouldn’t hesitate
i’d be a renegade
walk around and regulate
if we were in a gang
i’d join the government
try to rule the world like i was someone that the devil sent
gangsta gangsta
everybody shout it
labeled as a gang
might as well be all about it
so who’s the enemy
i guess we got beef
looking like a warrior
but feeling like a chief
n-body said it tripping
this is psychopathic
when you get your first dough
she’ll be coming at it
if i’m a gang member
than i’m a loyal one
because i’m here to represent and get the job done
we put in overtime
protecting what we got
so if they think they gonna shut us down i think not
take in the underground
just like you’ve never seen
if i was in a gang, my team would be a big machine
straight record sh-t not giving a f-ck
when i’m looking for the loot
everybody’s getting stuck
better duck, when we come around
b-tch we united
i’m gonna keep it real
if we a gang, we bout to riot

[verse 2: lyte]
if we were a gang
i’d do the same sh-t i do now
my psychopathic mind
star soldiers ready to move out
now who’s down to move pounds
real live shoot outs
my k!llers run up in your crib
i’ll make that b-tch my new house
now do bounce
before this axe meet your teeth
psychopathic the label that runs beneath the streets
check it i am the shady one you read it in the articles
i’m crazy with a gun i’ll turn your body into particles
everybody just limbo i’ll come with the kendo
better lock your window

(?)

you can not maintain

(?)

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope]
if we were in a gang
i would be sh-ggy escobar
we would be the biggest the baddest and the best to ride
and even if you ain’t an enemy
we guess you are
(?)

[verse 4: big hoodoo]
f-ck how you feel
we are family for real
but if we were a gang
then murder would be my thang
you ever heard of my name
they spell it in all caps
the wicked is for all raps
i’m juggalo to the fullest
if my hoodoo don’t scare ’em
then you catching some bullets
gun spitting in the dark looking like lightning
strikes leaves you twitching on the concert
fighting for life they trying
to figure out what the f-ck
you do to deserve this
the we coming for your family
at the funeral service
now other fams nervous
thinking “f-ck are we next?”
you don’t know what you are facing
we are juggalo nation
united we stand, divided we fall
if you come against the fam
then we riding on y’all
homie if this was a gang
i’d have any army of n-ggas
from 7 mile come to your house
break your door down
sn-tch your -ss off the couch
and start stomping you in front of your wife
then ask that b-tch if she wants the gun or knife
n-gga if we were a gang you’d be scared to walk the streets
my homies is off the chains and my dogs is off the leash
we young black and reckless hatchet man we rep this
my fam is worldwide and you better not ever disrespect us
feds trying to dissect this doctors want to correct this
my whole team deem 17 impressive (?)
we will never fail the dark carnival protects us

[verse 5: blahzay roze]
if we were a gang i’d bash yo head in nicely
your likely to get a bit of bloodstain on your fresh white tee
i might be the rudest juggalette since the 90’s
like a wicked clown painted up so frightening
pretty yellow teeth when i (?)
piggy’s wiggin’ now watch it rumble we persistent
can’t f-ck a juggalette she see you strolling from a distance
wicked with the blade but we look so innocent
are you lost?
try to rape a juggalette cause you thinking that were soft
put your f-cking d-ck up in my mouth i’ll bite it off
beautifully insane we ain’t some hoes you wanna cross
boss up psychopathic til i die
fill your body up with holes
and watch the life leave from your eyes
send your head off to your momma in a box as a surpise
then i hide inside her bushes taking pictures while she cries
stabs to the throat i slice that sh-t so swiftly
but the blade is rusty so you isn’t dying quickly
got a group of hoodlums
holding quarters looking chippy
have my lex roll through
leave them thugs extra crispy
chicken b-tch we be huntin’ all night
got my axe in my left and my 9. in my right
so who the f-ck wanna fight me
if we was a gang sh-t f-ck it! we might be

[verse 6: dj clay]
yo if i really bang like that
you think that you would really hear me on this track?
uhm nope! i be going all in
squad ragged up sending shooters to your crib
plugging everybody that be looking kind of sideways
six in the morning
and catch your momma in the driveway
maybe i be throwing up my signs ay
but then i wouldn’t have any time for all this rhyme say
i ain’t seen a fed since 98
now they can suck what i got
between my legs, man
this sh-t is f-cking with my mind state
why i gotta rep about defending sh-t that i say
clay, reppin’ for the familay-say
southwest rap but they love us out the west way
clique runs tighter than a bruno mars vest ay
if we were a gang you’d already have your dressed cape
psychopathic is a crime wave
well did you listen what the blog say
open up your eyes do it my way
cause if we were a gang

[verse 7: violent j]
we ain’t a gang
and i think you f-ckers
take it for granted
cuz if we were stunting off
our f-cking turf would be the planet
understand it out the sewers we crawl
painted faces and all
trading places with y’all
any (?) that we saw
we’d be on all your blocks
taking all your spots
taking cop for glocks
and slingshots with rocks
it don’t matter yo
either way they forehead will shatter
taking (?) axe blood splatters
what matters is we ain’t
but to say we all are round up
but if it was there be
a dozen of us in a clown car
i was trying to sound hard
i’m violent j have you forgotten
i’m harder than a d-ck up in beyonce neden
now we a gang (?)
and we act like one
ok i’ll pack a gun
and f-cking cap your son
stray bullets mistaken on an innocent victim
blood leaking out the head
come lick some yeah
-ss we kick some
bellies we stick some
shank ’em stab ’em
gank ’em and bank ’em
grab them hatchets
lighter or matches
start with his toes till
his whole body catches
we admire the fire in each other
its evident the hatchet man is the color we represent
and is somebody lose (?) and starts to flop
them little fishes (?) b-tches the we drop
so tell the fbi to pull a death (?)
light a blunt and shotgun it up your wife c-nt
smack her fat -ss up and tweak a t-tty nipple
if juggalos (?) city crippled
your lucky we don’t gang bang
cuz if we digit wouldn’t be d-mn thing to split your wig
if it were true and our crew did what hatchets do
we cut through the neck the head attaches to
team 17 we living a dream
we the real sh-t
legit you hoes needs to quit
cuz we the hatchet man b-tch
you can’t match its plan b-tch
quit dreaming jacking off
you (?) wack and soft
your whole head piece we hacking off
look him in the eyes smack it and toss it
b-tch you had but lost it
even your mother knows we the juggalos
you (?) hoes take a (?) bath and b-tter your toes divas
we laughing man
the hatchet man
from here to afghanastan
psychopathic
(?)
from ’91 t0 ’17

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