Montana Trax - M-Gang Da sh** (Kno' Dat) lyrics

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Montana Trax - M-Gang Da sh** (Kno' Dat) lyrics

M-Gang da sh**, kno' dat [8Ball] Eightball rollin, grind fo' the shine A penny to a nickle, a nickle to a dime A pen to the paper, then I got a rhyme Get the mic bump it off, spill out my mind Take a bite and swallow, my chain ain't hollow You square like Lamont and I'm more like Rollo Came up in the ghetto, black superhero Big dude, e'rything I ride be a fo' do' Stop for a photo, pose wit'cha hoe doe Squeeze too tight and she might feel the fo' oh In the truck solo with the tint for the cops But if your boy dirty, I might not stop cause uhh [Chorus 2X: 8Ball] M-Gang da sh**, kno' dat 8 Ways E-N-T on my back Gimme that paper and see how we act (Gimme gimme that paper and see how we act~!) [Devius] You see the big ol' wheels, you see that Rolls Royce grill Brown skin deep, a pedicure and in them heels Salvatore Ferragomo, that's how I step out 8 Ways M-Gang, this how I rep out It's Ted DiBiase, tatted arm and hang I know he hate to see perfection, better calm your man Cause the steel right here, I'll peel right here Let my b**h go home and I'll chill right here Y'all n***as got the game so f**ed up I'm on some blessed sh**, y'all get your luck up 24's under paint that's candy Used to not like me, now they can't stand me Rich got a rental baby duplex on it Driveway was empty now there's two 'Vettes on it Yup, laugh at my past, shades for my future Bought my son a black Benz and my daughter she a Fusion [Chorus] [Verse 3] We shoot first bruh, it ain't gon' be no argument M-Gang run sh**, call us Parliament I'll have you pussies hung quick like your ornaments Swingin like it's Christmas in the summer The missile's in the Hummer and a half a brick of yay Since the spring of '97, moved a half a brick a day So you know Big M.O. thinkin he the sh** around the way Smokin purple, gotta get that other sh** up out his face n***a you ain't built like we are, leaave you needed to be out Disrespected G.C. now he bleedin up in the E.R It's 8 Ways n***a, the fat mack is back Just gimme that paper and see how we act