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lirik lagu can you hang – lunasicc

featuring ager man of 3x krazy & killa tay

-(ager man talking)-

sacramento loc all the way to fresno n-gg-
it’s ager man lunasicc an killa tay
top dolla b-tch. we get paid hoe

verse 1 -(lunasicc)-

uh prepare to bow down when i hit yo sh-t danger
multipule rounds when the caliber spit
like my folks bo i mash on tracks to get the paper
money by the ton stack the loot as high as a skyscr-per
i’m makin moves, doin you fools wit the tech
when it all goes down these awol n-gg-z get respect
yo threats don’t mean sh-t everythangs on a b-tch
twins on a bm-dub o, amg chrome kit
i rush up in yo face, no doubt i bring the pain
unstoppable when i drop my load get smacked like a run away train
i do kick it wit real n-gg-z from sac-town, thought you knew
like my folks yuk, i blast on fools so i
dish the body smash off wit my posse bangin the curb
young phsyco wit the ghetto bible i’m bringin the word
sicc, tay, an ager man out to do big thangs
top dollaz y’all, now m-th- f-cka can you hang?!

chorus -(lunasicc)- x2

top dollaz, n-gg- can you hang wit my team?
we got the plug, on everythang that you need
money, cars, drugs, hoes, (each is repeated)
label me a drug deala fo skrill that’s the way it goes

verse 2 -(ager man)-

i got yo punk -ss yellin… ahhh!
wit a phat -ss strap in yo mouth, the gat in yo mouth
got you swallowin crack in yo mouth
pistol whippin to knock yo punk -ss out
an go fo tha scratch in yo house
that’s why i never keeps stacks in my house
back at that -ss point blank range
none of you m-th- f-ckin b-tches wanna cross this game
i hear you b-mpin that krazy sh-t
tired of the pain, i f-ck wit -ss-ssins
killaz that’ll blow out yo f-ckin brains
eastside til i die, i’m hittin on the gas
sumpthin fo that -ss hoe, sumpthin fo that -ss
heaters under the two seater benzo wit tinted gl-ss
9 millimeter on my lap, sh-t some puff i’m ready to blast
full of traps, hopin that my gun don’t get smoked
if i go broke, he bring me back
i’m deep in this game of sellin dope
these n-gg-z out here be strapped
this n-gg- right here be strapped wit a mini
open fire on yo b-tch -ss, tough love that i’m sendin
test the t-st-c-ls, serve the team an i’m grippin
the hoe from oakland to lick mode
wit a four-four, searchin til the day i go all out fo the cash
an be out like nuthin, ever happened, i’m smashin
on the gas it’s murder sh-t, this goes further than rappin
dealt wit the jackin, empty yo pockets time to pay yo turf taxes
after the blastin if you n-gg-z get to flashin
we puttin hot ones in yo -sses
3 times fo you m-th- f-ckin n-gg-z
doin it to you in yo ear, say what i can wit a can of beer
top dollaz, when the double o block
an the four-four stop, when a n-gg- pop, cowards
it’s ager man, an lunasicc surrounded by money an power
you know, you know, you know, it goes down, uh game

-(chorus)- x2

verse 3 -(killa tay)-

got the mic i’m gettin freaky like a demon nina
millimeter my weapon when i’m steppin through yo section
strictly fo protection
wreckin, checkin, disrespectin n-gg-z bigga than me
stoppin yo family, plot yo death like brandon lee
million dolla mobb hits, mobb sh-t, bustaz all die
wipe the b-tch made g’s off the mack strap when i ride
high, power f-ck a coward

top dollaz cuz i’m bout it
while you hatin i be celebratin, elevatin my mind
off that bomb green, no visine, eyes red like blood clots
get off in that -ss like buckshots
pockets phat like chubb rock
shiney gold medalins no more freestylin
it’s all about these pay styles
gotta get mine, now we ballin big time
still throwin them clips down from the bay down to south central
bout my riches, dodgin b-tches like a base half rental
no reason fo squeezin the trigga
these n-gg-z is goners, insane fo the skrilla
i’m a killa, realer than real
bringin em pain, all off in the game, top dollaz, uh

-(chorus)- x3

money (money)
cars (cars)
drugs (drugs)
hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes… n-gg-. x2

top dollaz b–tch!

- lunasicc

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