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lirik lagu us lyrics (ft. o pressure, kasket boys & chi ali) – mysonne

[hook]
at the top it’s just us, n-gg-, it’s us
but i don’t reallt trust n-gg-s, i don’t
you us, it’s just us n-gg-, it’s us
but i don’t reallt trust n-gg-s,
we gangsters, we don’t f-ck with n-gg-s
at the top is where you see us n-gg-
since a younging b-tch we been them n-gg-s
since a younging b-tch we been them n-gg-s

it’s just us n-gg-, f-ck n-gg-s,
that’s right, f-ck n-gg-s
i don’t trust none of y’all
lame -ss, f-ck n-gg-s
what n-gg-, say something,
my young boys will spray some
we really bout that, yeah
dumb boys, they front
we don’t discriminate
you play then you gotta go
line em up, knock em down like domino
vamonos, adios, headshots, body blows
i don’t know who told these n-gg-s that i don’t go
i gotta hold that blow like the wind
another hoe that do the same thing like they twins
we going hard, cause any day like the end
these fake n-gg-s play like your friends
that’s why

these n-gg-s ain’t my material,
ain’t cut from the same material
there’s a general peace to em
while i put the heat to em
the defeat for em
they can’t eat from the plate that we eat from
cause we deep up, and the songs where the money come
and when the law come, we don’t know how to run son
i let the gun bang, bang, throw dumb dumbs
here the money’s longs come f-ck where i come from
b-tch i took in brooklyn, cause i move like a crooklin
call me brooklyn or move a little b-tt
cause i gun b-tt n-gg-s with the 40 clip when it’s on top
…andrew luck, cause he playin with the colt, 44
like the doors of the range rover
and if he say us one more, it’s time
n-gg- i’m shinin 99 with a 9 in the club
but i’m a dope in this hood,
and i’ma hit, hit thug
tell em play …what, what
as i took plenty cars to the puff from the lot
when they me …us down
n-gg-s like who them clowns
you know the rules n-gg- lay down
old b-tch n-gg- lay down
you know the rules n-gg- lay down
old b-tch n-gg- lay down

you f-ck with one, you f-ck with all
we keep it real street, you don’t run it all
you never saw hammers bust so before
we real killers, now wanna see more?
i’m addicted to that dope sh-t, watch how that dope flip
us in the building, said that thing bout to go click
let a n-gg- act up, watch how he back up
when he hear the sound of that thing go black out
i’m original, ex criminal, bring it to anybody that wanna talk subliminal
real n-gg- sh-t, send my us boys, they will get rid of you
no m-sses, just ratchets, bullet proof vest boots and tactics
we balling, like mavericks, y’all f-ck boys lookin real average
we chop that dough fool, real mama cook that soul food
and hustle, that duffle
got more greens thang hong fu
i don’t hate on n-gg-s, tell me body wanna hate on me
let’s just agree to disagree
yeah let the situation be
been all up in them sell boss, your characteristics don’t tell at all
either transparent, you keep it talk
my gangsterism gonn let me know
fight cuts you gun b-tts in them n-gg-s that i can’t trust
you know this money lay around, i’ma f-ck around
and kill one of you n-gg-s for f-ckin it up
i hate rats, disloyal n-gg-s, if death…
them natreys gonn roll you n-gg-s like white
hold up, let me load my gun up
run s-x…you f-ck boys, for tryina slow my numbers
it’s us gang, respect the movement
the people chose us, d-ck we ain’t choosin
i was in the kitchen just mindin my bizz
and i said let’s flip this thing to music
and i won’t charge…father show you how fast illusion
like run up on you, smokin a blunt sh-t
and everything you live for proof to move it
gangster sh-t, it’s not the movies…
and i’m a casket boy, certified, let it go quick boy
like i ain’t do sh-t, duffle bag i do love
get found in abandoned building,
in the dark, somewhere alone just for f-ckin with us

it’s just us n-gg-, industry filled with f-ck n-gg-s
so f-ck n-gg-s, make me reach out and touch n-gg-s
i’m tryian walk straight and make a mill or 2
these f-cking rappers rich and 40’s what a miller do
some n-gg-s talking c-ke, some n-gg-s talking bricks
your favorite rapper, he a liar, he just talking sh-t
i’m here to speak the truth and i’m about that mess
that money motive, pistol pete, can’t leave out that s-x
we from the bronx, grinding, grinding at the top n-gg-
from the cop, and you snitches all you hot n-gg-s
it’s just us n-gg-, loyalty a must n-gg-
my n-gg-s here poppin molly smoking dust n-gg-s
don’t give a f-ck n-gg-s, witness is to buck n-gg-s
and go to jail in that yard and cut n-gg-s
some n-gg-s rocking flags, some n-gg-s rocking ice
you ain’t us n-gg-, you ain’t bout that life.

- mysonne

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