Dats Dem Niggaz

T-Pop

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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

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    [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]

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