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​We Reppin Y'all

This song is by Benzino and appears on the album The Benzino Project (2001).

(Benzino)
Uh, yo (We!)
Uh-uh, uh uh uh
Uh-uh, uh uh uh
Uh-uh, uh uh!
Mr.
Gzus,
Twice
Thou
Ray
Benzino! I spit that thug shit, the whole world wanna bang to
Amazin,
Mr.
Benzino from the
Made
Men
Half
Peurto
Rican, half black, still blazin' I be
Hangman (Hangman),
Mr.
Bang-bang man
Steel bangin' on the handle of my gun
Catch you in your hall, while you
Mr.
Slang-thang man
Fold you up like a bangy pair of
Guess jeans I guess you know what I mean, 9-15
Control shit, we thirty dirty deep
Bonie clique
Be the murderer, niggas that I be rollin' with
Light that blunt, burn that hash, keep it movin yo (Made
Men catch wreckin anybody studio) [Twice
Thou]
Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce
Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce
Squeeze slugs till the gun jam, any mission I'm on
Blue nickel, new pistol performs in the physical form
Black leather doo-rag, two
Mags with speed loaders I'm a weed smoker, my cylinder spins, chillin' ya mens I'll shoot the shit out of you -- and ya man too
Loudmouth niggas catch it the worst, for example
Leave ya bodies in the gutter, cut up for the streetsweeper
Hack you the fuck up with a meat cleaver, retreat nigga
Take a seat dog, while we bang to this beat dog
Or pose, I'll pump holes in ya meat dog [Chorus]
To city kids and pretty bricks, saditty chicks
Hood rats and them killa cats, we reppin y'all
For niggas that's locked for 'ricks
GD's on blocks that got nine's to spit, we reppin y'all
These streets that be keepin' it real, throwin' money in ya grill
Strapped with the steel, we reppin y'all
To niggas that's gettin' mil's, playin' ball
All my ladies and all my dogs, we reppin y'all [Mr.
Gzus] I'ma keep it crackin' like the
Earth from it's axis
Non-stop spittin' hot shit with no practice
With this iron, I'm a blacksmith
With shit to make ya backflip
From the clap you do the twist and then you don't exist
Just for being a hostle, thug imposter
Hollow's,
Made
Men what?
The gunfire follow
On sight, fuckin' pop ya (Pow!)
Drop ya
My sharp shooters mentally ill, in
Bentley's we chill
Hit a nigga proper with these shells made of copper
Got cash and bought everything we ain't steal
And many clips to fill 'cause these streets stay real
We bring the heat, now you know how gettin' burned feel
Yo get peeled [Benzino]
We stack right?
Just make sure you don't get caught sleepin', whistle deaf right?
Benzino catch you while yo creepin', try yo' best right?
You not believin what you seein, infrared right?
These niggas wanna go to war, it's time to ride right?
You niggas dead right?
Slippin in clips right?
They gonna make me run up in the crib and flip right?
But when it's time to get it on they run and hide right?
My niggas rip right?
See I'm on top now
And if you wanna fuck around then you'll get shot now
Don't let me send my
Boston niggas to your block now
Then make 'em strip you to your knees and take your glock now [Chorus]
We got it locked now... (Nigga) [Repeat to fade]