Horse Shoe G.A.N.G. - We Them Muthafuckas lyrics

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Julius Luciano - Hook:

We walk around like what's poppin' in this muthfucka

Outlaws like we went Pac up in this muthfucka

Muthfucka, get shot up in this muthfucka

Call me, shit, we'll get something hot up in your muthfucka

Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G

I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty

We ain't worried about a muthfuckin' thing

Shoe muthfuckin' Gang, we them muthfuckas man

[Julius Luciano:]

If you never won a war, then you don't want no war

I'mma flatline a nigga like a fuckin' underscore

No give a fuck nor shit, got my Chucks on

With my ?? black belt, call me Chuck Norris

If you see the exit then you need to run for it

When the Tommy aim, turn you to Tommy Hanks, "Run Forrest"

I'm finna fuck your bitch, she pull out them soft tits

I'mma lick alcohol off her, alcoholic

Yeah we givin' out the flus

Unless your names Oscar Pistorius, if you ain't runnin' shit without the Shoes

I got a big chopper that'll fuck up your day

My weapons blast, wet ya ass like a fuckin' bidet

[Kenny:]

I'm on, get the fuck out my way

And I'm on some phonesex shit, fuck what you say

Call me leafblower, I'mma blow my grass

Too smooth to moon, still I'mma show my ass

I can hardly walk but someone'll drop me off

Hopefully a young tender, possibly a bartender

Once you top me off, I'mma ask her to top me off

Games cold, no hockey talk

Got a prob? We can get down like the humdrums

In this clique I come from, we don't run from

If I shoot it, you won't be fine nigga

This ain't Call of Duty, you won't respawn nigga

[Hook:]

[Andrew 'Dice' Dinero:]

If a nigga get to beefin', I'mma blam blam Tecs

I'mma stretch a nigga out like some damn spandex

Yeah my ?? got next, now your run is at the end

Y'all some fuckin' has beens like Van Damme

I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind, y'all ain't stoppin' that

Let these bullets holla at your spine, call it hollow back

Copy that, I'll be there pistol wavin' bout major business, no business major

Tell the refs throw a flag cuz we on the field trippin'

Y'all got class while my niggas field trippin'

I'mma motherfuckin' ride along, that's the wheel spinnin'

We them mothafuckas, fuck whoever feel different

[Demetrius Capone:]

I spit that venomous shit, reminiscent of a killa

Cobra cold as the winter in December, sinister flow nigga it's over

Nigga I told ya

We bargin' our way up in this spot brah

Speakin' of a killer cobra, we the fuckin' killer COB brah

Frame all tatted up, dames all gathered up

Get em to my place, get em home late

Get to 4th base like a home plate

Swingin' wood like this baseball, batter up

I kill em when they saw my chain, chainsaw massacre

Okay you probably woke up in a new Bugatti

But I woke up with your boo, finna do your boo in a used jalopy

I'm drivin' your wife crazy like your lady is my passenger

You can bet I smash it cuz I wreck your marriage like wedding crashers

Hook:

We walk around like what's poppin' in this muthfucka

Outlaws like we went Pac up in this muthfucka

Muthfucka, get shot up in this muthfucka

Call me, shit, we'll get something hot up in your muthfucka

Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G

I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty

We ain't worried about a muthfuckin' thing

Shoe muthfuckin' Gang, we them muthfuckas man