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Lyricist: Jim Jones, Un-Kasa & Shiest Bub
Lyrics:
Uh huh, yeah Yeah, let 'em know Byrd Gang comin' out the city, man Crazy right now, Shiggy The Emperor The Capo Jim Jones, The General Un Kasa Yo, it's Shiest Bub, yeah you know I'm a veteran 10th grade, I was a Varsity Letterman Introduced to crack, now we headed to Maryland Fiends knockin' at the door, go 'head nigga let 'em in Yeah we poppin', cop 4 keys when the cheddars in Niggas I ain't worryin', send shots and they scurryin' Transactions, we hurried 'em, bastards, we buried 'em In the belly of the beast, it's Shiest the barbarian That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (we ride the 5) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (Dipset) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang Catch me, O.T., Maybach wit' a bitch Two macs strapped to the lip, that rapidly spit Two bad brazilian bitches, wrappin' my spliffs Two Byrds strapped to they hip, purple seats, lavender 6 Hundred thou' just to wrap up the wrist Nod your head cash in your whip Got the crack stash in the van Yo, them macs, I got them stashed in the trench Empty clips, two, when I'm havin' a fit Two guns I ain't havin' that shit Diplomat, Purple City, better honor that shit It's on my arm wit' that shit For your moms, put a bomb in her whip They be wonderin', where the car and her went On some arsenal shit Jim Jones is the Capo of this You up next my nigga, just let those cartridges spit Yeah nigga, you know what's gonna happen When I pull up and pull out All you gonna hear is 'Word to the 5!' That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (we ride the 5) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (Dipset) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang You fuckers, now knock it off, the drama, then pop it off (say what?) I cop shotties, the noses I chop 'em off (bdddaat) I'm hardbody, Lord knows I got to floss (blingin') The big body, you know the top come off (whoa) Now be all eyes (yeah) We be them guys (uh oh) Hundred' G's on the ride, gun at me when I drive (Purple City) Gun on me when I ride (who want it?) 'Cause that envy jelly the street Niggas get delt on the street Shout out to Melly and Zeek (yeah) Just get ya' health and just creep It ain't no tellin' me peace, I'm 'bout to melt 'em with heat (boom) That's for them ice cream niggas (uh oh) Pull up with the AK and light them cream niggas (babow) It's word to the Byrd, it's Jones on a roll Put the chrome to your soul, let 'em blow, there they go (there they go) That's word to the Byrd, that's to the Byrd Gang It's Purple City in this bitch, yeah you heard man That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (we ride the 5) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (woop woop) That's us, that Purple City Byrd Gang (Dipset) Dipset, that Purple City Byrd Gang (eastside) Hardbody, that Purple City Byrd Gang
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