JJOO - Hittem Wit Some Gangsta lyrics

[SAD] Execution style b**h, SAD's in this b**h With Beyond E-N-T and we love to load clips It's that Southside rider, baller, gangster, player, mack f** it, pa** me the strap So what's real, we do this strictly for the skrill Eyes on dollar bills and we all flash for deals Ain't no pity, Nitty, Young Sicc and S-A-D Sureno all day, you can't f** with a G Ain't no big mystery, motherf**er enemies Break you down to your knees, when I dump feel the breeze So please, nobody move I'm on a come up Speaking up hoes when these putos get done up So run up or shut up, if not twist the bud up And smoke up them lungs till you feel like you rung b**h I ain't the one b**h, I ain't the one trick I'll slap a b**h and do a hoe just for fun trick [Chorus x2: Young Sicc] Front, back, side to side Hit em with some gangsta South to East to Westside Hit em with some gangsta Knowing that we're the best right Hit em with some gangsta Hit em with some what what Hit em with some gangsta [Young Sicc] Ah damn, who could it be The S-I-double C with the jersey reading SD Bumping them JL Patios Four deep hitting switches in your patios Hitting corners on Daytonas, I'm three wheeling Ain't too many wanna bang with these villans Don't fight the feeling cuz the feeling is real Riders in the Coupe Deville dog and looking to k** Little homies hitting fools up, getting bruised up You get used up and abused up Your crews up, hit em with some gangsta Your crews up, spitting at my gangstas From shoes up is you a gangsta gangsta or a pranksta pranksta Nickname Nitty, Franksta Cuz I'm that one Mexican known to be hated But still can't be faded [Chorus x2] [SAD] So let us ball through the halls, b**hes all pause Back to back flows and I still bring it raw I need my feria, ain't no alarming me b**hes screaming out my name but they ain't charming me From state to state, k**er Kali my state Holding down like the pound till I'm straight, ain't no wait Ain't no stop, make that low hop, smoke that doja I keep it gangsta, so you'll never see me rolled up [Young Sicc] See, this is for my hoes, this is for my hoes Fingers in the air screaming "f** the po-po's" You know, ain't no mistaking we're the best on the list Competition deleted, nobody's getting with this Dismiss them like cla** after I'm whooping that a** Nobody's getting a pa** without their head getting bashed, fool G's up hoes down when we step in your town Get ready for the showdown [Chorus x2]