Dem n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak]
b*tch n*ggas get eliminated, disintegrated
By my muthaf*ckin' nickel-plated, faded
Family member so hated
I'm one of the deadliest muthaf*ckas to know
Strapped with my Ru-ger, like Kelly keepin' it on the down-low
Down fo' lickin' 'n stickin', door-kickin' 'n sickin'
Luffa lockin', Ruger-c*ckin', heated like when I'm spittin'
Good riddance, f*ck repentance
Grew up a menace and I'm in this
Game, another lost his name from dealin' illegal business
Repentance, feelin' no sorrow about them suckas I wasted
Relentless, and if you scared you better be gone with no traces
Erases mugs off faces knocked outta boots with double-tied laces
Duckin' 'n dodgin', dodgin' 'n duckin', you're f*cked 'n I'm "Missing" cases

[Verse 2: Agerman]
I'm ready to light him, lit him up my 9 got him, beat him up
No need for the muthaf*ckin' ambulance, that boy ain't gettin' up
Call the coroner to pick him up
We puts the smash down, y'all n*ggas won't last
Y'all n*ggas gon' pass 'til I buck these hot ones in yo' ass
Make it look like a piston hit yo' ass
Get ready to die, n*ggas be ready to ride
Hoppin' on a mob means emptyin' clips
Hittin' yo' ass with some Oakland sh*t
Too late to dash muthaf*cka, mash
Cause the last thing he knew, is the gat went pop and the n*gga didn't laugh
[Verse 3: Bart]
Please don't be confused with
The size of a nine millimeter, bullet
Knee-deep in yo' spine
With nowhere to run, to hide
Cause words gets served when bullets sprayin', muthaf*cka die
Open the back of your brain for keep on thinkin' it's just a rhyme
I'm sick 'n disgustin' with a MAC bussin' through you 'n yo' cousin
Plus all them muthaf*ckas you lovin'
Who ya foolin'? You thought it would die but figured the pound splittin'
It's hectic when you're f*ckin' with dem n*ggas

[Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak]
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
[Verse 4: V-Dal]

How the f*ck the night done started? Got a call from 3 T-uh a Krayz
Said dem n*ggas on the other side kickin' up dust and they needed a MAC-elev'
Fa shee-uh, then get the wagon cause it's Posi driven
With the MAC 'n a lead ski mask in the back and that's how I'm livin'
On the edge of deceivin', different caliber leavin' no breathin'
If we leavin' leeway for reason, now I gotta get even like Steven
Step with my heater, through the cuts 'n the struts so no one can see us
[?]-------, n*gga this westsi-uh for li-uh
And it's dem n*ggas, from the other side of the tracks n*gga it's just like that
So call up the U-Haulers and boldest n*gga and now it's time to strike back

[Verse 5: Agerman]

A G bring in too this E, hittin yo' block in a 350
Gat in that ass with a T-E-C, wrong n*gga ta f*ck W-I-T
For the marks that wanna test me, get stole on
Line 'em all up like a n*gga a punk for the fact you told on
Snitchin' to the cop you gotta get gone right through nutty again
In my cuddy again, give my cuddy a spin
See my buddies again sippin' on some gin
Gotta tell a friend about these marks that tryina lower me like an elevator
Imitator, rumor-creators, nothin' but a plan to infiltrate us
I'm ready to bust and watch yo' forehead split
To let you mark-ass n*ggas know you f*ckin' wit
[Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak]
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas

[Verse 6: Keak Da Sneak & Bart]
n*ggas thinkin' I'm a wise-guy, so f*ck a drive-by
Face to face, got him in the eye, Keak didn't do it and that's no lie
n*ggas wonderin' why I'm still walkin' the streets
Cause I be in the cut flashin' and not a muthaf*cka' peep
A damn thang, burners on my hand, clenched-fist I hit these n*ggas wit a bang
Change the barrel on my sh*t and didn't have to bury that thang
Cause I bet my maggy, make way right through his baggies
n*ggas don't play politely so sweep him beneath his Nikes
If ya clowned you lay, how long could you last
If the town you stayed was deep as surround with n*ggas don't play around
Let the hollow tips rip open get in ya
Cause you know it's really that you're f*ckin' with dem n*ggas

[Hook: Bart & Keak Da Sneak]
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
So-called boss-ballers get U-Haulers so it's really that you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
Dem n*ggas
You know you gonna die when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas
A lotta bullets fly when you're f*ckin' wit
Dem n*ggas