SHABAAM SAHDEEQ

SHABAAM SAHDEEQ - We R lyrics

rate me

(feat. Bronze K, Drift)

Pop, pop pop, pop..

[Chorus]

We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)

We arrrreee...(We are, we are)

We arrrreee...(We are, we are)

We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)

[Shabaam over chorus]

Molemen...

Yeah, S-Double.. sweet sound

Street scholar Shabaam Sahdeeq

Driftin Arrow, P-O, P-F..

Bronze K, BK all day...

[Bronze K]

I'm tryna, lay it down with the 'caine

And the jays, blowin trees, bound it in James

Two guns, a gauge, and a pound

Brave niggaz get laid on the ground,

and when your soul start to rise I'ma pop it to clouds

Bronze, Drift, and S-Double, apocalypse now

Hit producers with assignments, put my verses in vows

You be a passenger in a hearse, you copy my style

Lock shit down, like the cops over on Leonard & Powell

The kid is a mess, hoes be lovin the sex

Condom bust, now a ho get a percent of my check

Never trust hoes, rarely tell 'em my name

And the ones that do know me, they be yellin my name

I play strips, lookin devilish, with a hell of a chain

J-Swiss they see me sell shit I'm true to the game

Spit dimes out my mouth, fuck hand to hand

Swan's out GCT, O.G.'s the clown route

Certain niggaz ain't made for the street shit

I eat meat, vegetarians ain't made for beef shit

[Chorus]

[Over Chorus]

The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes

The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..

The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death

The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath

[Drift]

Aiyyo we ruthless nuts, we stealin niggaz coupes and trucks

My peoples shoot shit up, if they boots get scuffed

And we gon' take over the game, so get used to us

I get money and invest, you give your loot to sluts

Leave them coward niggaz dizzy cuz they doubt that I get busy

This ain't no fuckin game, my stomach growlin like a grizzly

Put rounds up in your kidney, and four on your light Caesers

Holdin the right heaters to soak up your wife beaters

Bonin them nice divas, then leave them broads

Cuz as long as my money right, I don't need them broads

Say you got scrilla but I doubt it cuz your Range's is rented

I'm not a killer, but I think he's about to change in a minute

You up in them gay clubs, don't fuck with them fake thugs

Think I'm jokin 'til the burner is touchin your taste buds

Snuffin with straight slugs 'til ya block ducks down

He give 'em 41 shots like them cops uptown, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Over Chorus]

The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes

The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..

The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death

The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath

[Shabaam Sahdeeq]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Under pressure I turn coals to diamonds, priceless worths

Pass with a smirk, stick you niggaz handlin work

Chains close like I change flows, change zip codes

Chameleon! Adapt to any strip I'm standin on

S-Double, Drift, and Bronze, them niggaz to put ya money on

Street trinity, dump slugs in your infinite

Y'all yappin niggaz killin me, doubtin the force

Y'all haters could never win, cuz we sweepin y'all off

Like stoops, come through in coupes, in flavors like Froot Loops

Guns not for show, these niggaz they do shoot

And my mind flow righteous stars

But I still got artillery, for them cats tryna take me off course

In my truck I take turns like I'm whippin a Porsche

Doin fifty, hottie in the Denalli, just missed me

Where it stay crispy, like fifties, outta the ATM

Yes thou surpassin 'em, it's Redrum

Where I'm from is everywhere, and everywhere is where I'm from

Everybody got a gun, all scramblin gettin ones

Y'all niggaz all sound the same, it's a new era

Act like a bitch, smear ya lipstick and mascara

Tracks get smashed when you put these three soldiers together

See me never, see multiple holes in ya leather

Make ya chest a golf course, when I flame that torch

Bitch niggaz, (Pop, pop pop, pop)

[Chorus]

[Over Chorus]

The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes

The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..

The type of niggaz who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death

The type of niggaz who'll hold you down at your final breath

[Chorus]

We arrrreee...

We arrrreee...

We arrrreee...

We arrrreee...

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