NhT Boyz - Yangland lyrics

[Verse 1: Nikatine] Both ends of the gun and I ain't blink once And these chumps get stuffed like these blunts And I'm a problem, f** an issue n***a The shotty pumps like my b**h shoes n***a If we ain't know you make sure that you talk clear n***as got the street sweeper, you don't want to park here And be cool cause if a n***a put the word in They aim at you and fire like Earth, Wind Poor smile, bling got my teeth frozen My teeth can't go to school cause they snowed in Hands sharp as Wolverine's call me Logan Don't make amends so I don't make no friends I keep my hand by my hip where my heat stay You don't want me call my clique over like a three-way n***a in the way? A n***a down, that's what we say We will shoot a n***a and shoot him again like a replay [Hook] Over here ain't such thing as no witnesses We getting money n***a Doing what you wish you did If you're 'round here It's going down here No matter where you from, you n***as out of bounds here This where the fun stops This where the games end n***as split you, n***as switch you, n***a gameplan Nht Boyz! Made men This the top boy Welcome to Yangland [Verse 2: Chip$ Black] Yang gang Black and white it's like a n***a mixed I ain't talking cereal but check a n***a kicks Boy I'm doper than a brick, alotta n***as missed Hatin' on us we the sh**, alotta n***as pissed Yang gang yeah! Moving like we got evicted f** them rules, no home training, we don't need permission Chip black, boy I'm dope, I need intervention Mazeratti type n***as, you a Honda Civic Martin Lawerence bad boy, use your Wanda with it You dependent on the b**h and don't know how to get it We sell the P's, game over, we know how to flip it Don't f** with n***as we don't know, they do alotta snitchin' Like the first of the month, we them paid n***as My n***a Easy, the first to tell you You can't Yang with us You the sour lemonade, we the made n***as You think you eating? Yang n***as' plates way bigger [Hook] [Verse 3: Knowledge] Y-A-N-GG-A-N-G We big timers, Isiah Thomas eleven deep We from the North to the D to 19th Street We mackin' b**hes and the rich, free my n***a Beech We blow the root, and the tree, f** blowing a leaf And we ain't worried about you pussies Heard you n***as queef You s**a n***as think you tough, you still in arms reach And put your tampon on, we don't wanna see ya leak And n***as gossip like b**hes and b**hes get f**ed So why the f** you think the Nina Ross won't bust? It's evident They celibate, they don't f** with us And get your issue in a second, be the runner up The cops watching, and b**hes watching, and n***as hatin' We looking out for Ri-co's cause we money makin' Everyday, all I do is bang the Yang And every Yang n***a do the motherf**in' same n***a [Hook]