Purple City Byrdgang - Purple City Byrdgang lyrics

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Shiest Bub:

Yo it's Shiest Bub, yeah you know I'm a veteran

10th grade I was a Varsity letterman

Introduced to crack, now we headed to Maryland

Fiends knockin' at the door, go ahead nigga let 'em in

Yeah we poppin', cop 4 keys when the cheddars in

Niggaz I ain't worryin', send shots an' they scurryin'

These actions we, hurried 'em, bastards we burried 'em

In the belly ofthe beast it's Shiest the Barbarian

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Jim Jones:

That's us that Purple City Byrdgang (Eastside)

That's us that Purple City Byrdgang (Woop Woop)

Dipset that Purple City Byrdgang (We ride the 5)

Hardbody that Purple City Byrdgang (Eastside)

That's us that Purple City Byrdgang (Woop Woop)

That's us that Purple City Byrdgang (Dipset)

Dipset that Purple City Byrdgang (Eastside)

Hardbody That Purple City Byrdgang

Verse 2

Un Kasa:

Catch me O.T., Maybach wit' a bitch

Two Macs strapped to the lips now rapidly spit

Two bad Brazilian bitches wrappin' my spliffs

Two birds strapped to they hip

Purple seats lavender 6

100 thou just to wrap up the wrist

Nod your head, cash in your whip

Got the crack stash in the van

Yo them Macs I got 'em stashed in the trench

Empty two clips when I'm havin' a fit

Two guns I ain't havin' that shit

Diplomat, Purple City, better honor that shit

It's on my arm wit' that shit

For your moms, put a bomb in her whip

They be wonderin', where the car and her went

On some arsenal shit

Jim Jones is the Capo of this

You up next my nigga just let those cartridges spit

(Bddaaat Bddaaat Bddaaat Bddaaat Bddaaat)

Yeah nigga you know what's gonna happen

When I pull up and pull out all your gonna hear is "Word to the 5"

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Verse 3

Jim Jones:

You fuckers

Now knock it off, the drama then pop it off (Say word)

I cop shottys, the noses I chop 'em off (Bddaaat)

I'm hardbody, lord knows I got the floss (Blingin')

The big body, you know the top come off (Wow)

Now be advised (yeah)

We be them guys (Uh-oh)

100 Gs on the ride, gun on me when I drive (Purple City)

Gun on me when I ride (Who want it)

Cuz that envy jelly the street, niggaz get delt on the street

Shout out to Melly and Zeek (Yeah)

Just get ya health and just creep

It ain't tellin' me peace

I'm 'bout to melt 'em with heat (Boom Boom)

That's for them ice cream niggaz (Uh-oh)

Pull up with the AK an light them cream niggaz (Ba-bow)

Yeah its word to the Byrd, it's Jones on a roll

It's the chrome to your soul, let 'em blow, there they go (There they go)

That's word to the Byrd, that's to the Byrdgang

It's Purple City in this bitch, you heard man

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