We Reppin Y`all

<br>(feat. Made Men)<br><br>[Benzino]<br>Uh, yo (We!)<br>Uh-uh, uh uh uh<br>Uh-uh, uh uh uh<br>Uh-uh, uh uhhh!<br>Mr. Gzus, Twice Thou<br>Ray Benzino!<br><br>I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to<br>Amazin, Mr. Benzino from the Made Men<br>Half Peurto Rican, half black, still blazin<br>Steel bangin on the handle of my gun<br>I be Hangman (Hangman), Mr. Bang-bang man<br>Catch you in your hall, while you Mr. Slang-thang man<br>Fold you up like a bangy pair of Guess jeans<br>I guess you know what I mean, 9-15<br>Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin with<br>Control shit, we thirty dirty deep Bonie clique<br>Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo<br>(Made Men catch wreckin anybody studio)<br><br>[Twice Thou]<br>Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce<br>Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce<br>Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form<br>Squeeze slugs `til the gun jam, any mission I`m on<br>Black leather doo-rag, two Mags with speed loaders<br>I`m a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin ya mens<br>Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example<br>I`ll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too<br>Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper<br>Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga<br>Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog<br>Or pose, I`ll pump holes in ya meat dog<br><br>[Chorus]<br>To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks<br>Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y`all<br>For niggas that`s locked for `ricks<br>GD`s on blocks that got nine`s to spit, we reppin y`all<br>These streets that be keepin it real, throwin money in ya grill<br>Strapped with the steel, we reppin y`all<br>To niggas that`s gettin mil`s, playin ball<br>All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y`all<br><br>[Mr. Gzus]<br>I`ma keep it crackin like the Earth from it`s axis<br>Non-stop spittin hot shit with no practice<br>With this iron, I`m a blacksmith<br>With shit to make ya backflip<br>From the clap you do the twist and then you don`t exist<br>Just for being a hostle, thug imposter<br>On sight, fuckin pop ya (Pow!) Drop ya<br>Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper<br>Hollow`s, Made Men what? The gunfire follow<br>My sharp shooters mentally ill, in Bentley`s we chill<br>Got cash and bought everything we ain`t steal<br>And many clips to fill cuz these streets stay real<br>We bring the heat, now you know how gettin burned feel<br>Yo get peeled<br><br>[Benzino]<br>We stack right?<br>Benzino catch you while yo creepin, try yo` best right?<br>Just make sure you don`t get caught sleepin, whistle deaf right?<br>You not believin what you seein, infrared right?<br>You niggas dead right? Slippin in clips right?<br>These niggas wanna go to war, it`s time to ride right?<br>But when it`s time to get it on they run and hide right?<br>They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?<br>My niggas rip right? See I`m on top now<br>And if you wanna fuck around then you`ll get shot now<br>Don`t let me send my Boston niggas to your block now<br>Then make `em strip you to your knees and take your glock now<br>We got it locked now... (Nigga)<br><br>[Chorus]<br>[Repeat to fade]