Spodee - Who We Is (OG) lyrics

[Hook] (Who we is, n***a?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Aye, who we is, n***a?) We them n***as everybody love to hate Riding through the city with the windows up (And how we live, n***a?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK Want the top spot, ain't no runners up Sorry we do not believe in second place On a bus full of s*uts, they can't f** with us And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now who we is?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Now who we is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now how we live?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (And what it is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything [Verse 1: T.I.] Head honcho, war ready Got the Ks and the carbon in the car already Do what you do, shawty bust your move But when I come back, n***a ya'll you gon' get it I guess it'd be best if I do my stuff? Run up on your girl, n***a two guns up (Hey!) Better watch what you do my guy, you don't wanna make it me and you my guy Cause if you get mad then a few might fly, but if if I get mad 22 might die You can't fit these in a shoe, my guy They way too big, bang bang you dead You take back everything you said Fo' I put a hole in it, Imma drain your head I [?] wearing green when the blood hit the shirt, then I looked at the stain said it ain't so red Mi loco, no comprende, all we do is get busy I'm connected with the [?], it's ain't no hoe n***a with me The realest in your city, whatever city you sent me Was born a real n***a, it ain't no going against it [Hook] (Who we is, n***a?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Aye, who we is, n***a?) We them n***as everybody love to hate Riding through the city with the windows up (And how we live, n***a?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (Now who we is?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Now who we is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now how we live?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (And what it is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything [Verse 2] s**a n***a leave a b**h around, n***a Imma leave 'em both mad The way I do a hoe is so sad You ain't tuned into this then pick up your remote pad If a thug sending k**ers, send a hoe with the most a**? I do a n***a so bad Smoke that, that's your a** I ain't never took sh** from a n***a, but his whole cash You're so bad with the cla** you can't gon' get the choke tag p**y n***a where your hoe at? Young n***a where your hoe at? Might as well give her up, cause you ain't havin no swag And you don't got the most cash, you ain't even in the poor cla**, your little bitty hoe a** No fashion and no cla** Every n***a over here been cool since the throwbacks I'm a brand new Ducati, little buddy you a moped Ya'll better have Dro a**, we show you where the dope at Only got two rules, leave a designated boat? man And whatever you do, n***a, don't mention [?] name I'll break a hoe in four halves My Chevrolet is running, he got 200 and 4 valves Imma show you how to go there, for these n***as it no fair I'm so rare, hoe yeah, n***a [Hook] (Who we is, n***a?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Aye, who we is, n***a?) We them n***as everybody love to hate Riding through the city with the windows up (And how we live, n***a?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (Now who we is?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Now who we is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now how we live?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (And what it is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything [Verse 3] Okay, I'm bad, and I got a whole lotta cash Real fast, put it all in the stash Ya'll ain't struggle, got a little b**h mediocre Might get a little head in the slab? Really need to cool it, how when I'm still toting uzis? I'll take a n***a slice of the pizza Kick a little flash, spend a couple racks on sneakers My whip got James Bond featured sh**, my gang hustle, ain't wait for a handout Show my hairline, my pants down Oh you ain't ask 'round, better go and check my background f** around, hear the Mac sound Yeah I can laugh now, been a while since I been broke Been broke, that was no joke Came from a Pinto, all the way to a Benzo Iced out Rollie make my wrist glow Hold up, let me slow it down Slow low, then some more rounds On the way to your hoe now And n***as don't play with us, cause we armed and dangerous We the face of the A-town Hold up, I beg your pardon Flexing on n***as, I'm sorry Been stealing my swag, you could borrow it Now say it to the face of the carbon (Bah! Bah!) [Hook] (Who we is, n***a?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Aye, who we is, n***a?) We them n***as everybody love to hate Riding through the city with the windows up (And how we live, n***a?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (Now who we is?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Now who we is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now how we live?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK (And what it is?) And it's Hustle Gang over everything [Verse 4: Young Dro] Imma show you how to spit this sh**, if you counting syllables, k**in em, it's pitiful, leaving 'em hospitable (Dro) I'm the motherf**er that'll get at you, and I been f**ing with your main hoe since I was 22 I'm young and I'm thuggin' and I'm going out bustin' And if you need a brick of that hard, give me some f**in' with? You know them boy straight, when I break down nick sacks And I have them p**y n***as taking off from the click-clack (Bow!) Get back, break a n***a off like a Kit-Kat Where your b**h at? Where the bricks at? You been in the gym working out, oh I get that Well you can get six bullets in your six-pack (Boom!) Oh, we need a goon to fire your a** up, put you in a room and tie your a** up n***a want a plate, then hit him with the bu*t Of the K, in the mouth and wire his a** up Crazy, please don't upset the one At hoes in the 44, tech the gun Call me DMC without Run Man, I got so much game I f** nuns Young Dro ain't Hustle Gang, n***a please that's just like UGK without Bun And I got a mask on my face with a gat on my waist, street sweeper upset? when I come [Hook] (Who we is, n***a?) We them n***as all them b**hes love to f** (Aye, who we is, n***a?) We them n***as everybody love to hate Riding through the city with the windows up (And how we live, n***a?) Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK Want the top spot, ain't no runners up Sorry we do not believe in second place On a bus full of s*uts, they can't f** with us And it's Hustle Gang over everything (Now who we is?)