Ying Yang Twins - Brang Yo Azz Outdoz lyrics

Aw sh** let that p**y n***a write whats out ah, that n***a dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what [Chorus 1: x2] Test that n***a, rush that n***a get that n***a, man bust that n***a [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (f** you) you wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, n***a, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (f** you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, n***a, brang yo azz out doz [Verse 1] The same n***a with the same limp, and if you that same ol' b**h Then I'm the same pimp, you n***as make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators, aint got no love, f** scrub She come to move the crew I'll take n***as oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? Them n***as holdin my back, see we got hella sh** Now watch my sh** get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These n***as thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator b*tch, I'll see ya later [Verse 2] I remember when a n***a didnt have these clothes Remember when a n***a didnt have these golds Remember when a n***a didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but now a n***a livin good Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods If you didnt know TD drop thangs, put a bullet in yo motherf**ing brains CAN YOU HANG? [Chorus 1] You get mad 'cause a n***a jump fresh (f** you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, n***a, brang yo azz out doz You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (f** you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz [Verse 3] Mayhem, double hands on the above To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em Murderers, k**as, thug n***as Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out They will be my drug out, young n***as grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder) k**, k**, (k**, k**) You talkin sh**, that same n***a got his cap pilled (cap pilled) Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day Smucky bear with it, even though ?? in Adamsville I dont give a f**, n***a what if you book I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be 'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherf**in latchet [Verse 4] Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man Lyric, k**in, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me And scream "free me" f** about some bunkshots, and what knots And altitudes, my n***as she botilary For bustas who be talkin sh** [Chorus 1] You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (f** you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz n***a, brang yo azz out doz You get mad cause a n***a jump fresh (f** you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz n***a brang yo azz out doz [Verse 5] It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake See you ran into this n***a, named suga bow Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda She ?? freaky deaky b**h, met fruity pebbles Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you n***as gone [Verse 6] The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer Hangin by yo feet, yo b**h gon be with me Because I'm known to f** and gettin my dick s**ed So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up 'fore you get slapped up like biscuits s**ed on like incense [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (f** you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz n***a, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a n***a out to the feds (f** you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz n***a, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk b**h You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist [x5] Test that n***a, rush that n***a, get that n***a, man bust that n***a [x2] I said y'all motherf**ers gon' learn If ya play with fire n***a ya gon' get burned [x4]