NhT Boyz - Stuntin On Em lyrics

[Intro] NhT Boyz, ya hear me? Stuntin' on these n***as, man... Know what I'm talkin' bout? Free Banga n***a! [Hook: Chip$ Black] Give em hell like the devil, how I'm stuntin' on em Hall of fame with the kicks, how I'm puntin' on em Nuts on they neck like I'm dunkin' on em NhT Boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin' on em n***as hands out like a bum or something Different strokes make em feel like I'm drummin' something Big a** guns like I'm huntin' something NhT Boyz, lavyii life, we just stuntin' on em [Verse 1: Chip$ Black] Every day I grind, I gotta go and get it Get the work and then we flip it like we goin' swimmin' Transactions back and forth it's like we playin' tennis Change of plans, I rob man like my name Dennis Get the caution tape, them NhT's k**in' If I miss I'm running back, call me Corey Dillon b**h I'm flossin' like a dentist, come and get your fillin' Smoking weed, counting money, cuz a n***a livin' I hustle every day it's time to let em know I'm a Oakland n***a ballin', I'm Leon Powe Really get it with the pimpin', Don Juan tho' Hatin' on a n***a getting money, but they still broke Bad b**hes and my fam is who I ride with That's who I fly with, keep me on my fly sh** Ballin', a lot of n***as hatin' so we dodgin' And for the money, to the top is where we climbin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Knowledge] n***a I'm a boss, like a vault, how I keep cash Addicted, I get dope, love the feeling of relapse Slidin' in the whip behind tint with my seat back Baby blowing dick, asking it for some feedback Miami South kicks, I'm on fire like Backdraft Paper route fly, I'm receiving like Mccann Broke n***as a joke, comedy on that Sinbad Alarm type fit, waking sh** up like Decaf s**as talking pimping, ain't got they feet wet 40 like Haslem, I be earning my heat checks I keep a hunnit, like a bomb I'm a deep threat NhT's got respect, Franklins and Aretha Smoking on the best reefer NhT, we in your speakers Pa**port for the whip, cuz the b**h got foreign features Put the 4 in the liter, we be sippin' all day NhT Boyz them Beastie Boys, n***a we three the hard way [Hook] [Verse 3: Nikatine] Nikatine Da King, b**h you know I bang that Yang I'm with Chippas and Fit Game, and you know they bang the same You could meet your destiny, child, just say my name And we could jump around, NhT your House of Pain Dumping out the swisher guts, lick and twist the swisher up Riding down the block with a fox, like Vivica Make em burn like dinner rolls, Slam dunk no finger rolls Talking like they've k**ed before and can't even k** a show Ask me what I know about a p**y n***a? Nothin' I don't know nothing cuz I don't know none of 'em Cats still hating on the fame, that's lame Nikatine more seasoned than the 82 games You don't know nothing, learn something 'bout NhT Connected to the cheese, like the floor to her knees I'm shady in the streets and I'm shady in the sheets f** a b**h til she sleep then I peel her for her weed Da King [Hook]