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not a regular crab - newborn, menace, toonchie5 lyrics

[intro]
(i know for sure toonchie got the strap on the dead homies

yea you see all that n*ggas chains n*gga?

no homie got one chain on

oh for real?

that’s one fat ass rolex (dead homies it was this fat)
bro i know yall know the song the paper route)

[uzi]
the gang slid through, left him leaking in his section
jumped out with that weapon, chased his ass up the 7
i’m a flame gang savage, let any n*gga have it
i caught him in a maggot, so you know i had to gas it
now it’s back to the 8 block
three n*ggas got popped, two n*ggas heart stopped
now that’s how the gangrock, pull up, hop out
leave’em on the sidewalk, leave a n*gga mind lost
on lil’ flame that’s real talk, b*tch i do no cappin’
b*tch i just start rappin’, pull up on the scat
leave a lil’ n*gga mind lackin’
(y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on n*gga
flame gang, murder gang n*gga
really smokin’ on your dead homies though)
(no that’s that n*gga toonchi*
no bro, blood got a strap on the dead homies
that’s on 20th street, blood is gonna bust
blood not no regular ass crab bro
on bloods n*gga on the set, blood is gonna spark n*gga on the dead homies n*gga
thats that n*gga toonchie5 on bloods

you do too much on live tho bru*
i ain’t even gon lie
on bloods you do too much on live blood you be doin’ too much on live

what? what’d he say?

blood talkin bout he was)

[toonchie5]
western ave bully said ain’t me a shooter
i am not a regular crab so you know that ima shoot ya
chase a n*gga down his block
ain’t missin’ thirty shots, make a n*gga do a flip, knock a n*gga out his socks
b*tch i’m really with the gang gang on bf, my gun bang, you wanna see a dead body then follow me, i know the way
we do sh*t like everyday
on lil flame is too easy
pull up, hop it out, give it up, that’s bc
long live my n*gga, that’s for brody, i’ma keep it goin’
if you ain’t got a body, can’t hangin’, that’s just how it’s goin’
b*tch, i’m top rank, nonetheless, i’m in the hall of fame
any n*ggas cross that gun line, then they get flamed
but y’all already knew that, and if you don’t, it’s bad on ya
i don’t do no warning shots, you not up, you gettin’ popped
but shoutout to the opps, they the reason that a n*gga hot
(?), section 8 that’s the block
any n*ggas disrespect the gang, then they gettin’ popped
shoutout to the gang, n*gga shoutout to the dead opps
(o*t*b*d*d, the gangland, y’all know the truth
we the folks, no joke, nothing but locs around me
double o, number four, big o drip with the crips with toonchie and all em
yall know the truth

dat way gangland
long live my n*gga peezy
free spooky loco
yea though f*ck maggots
f*ck hoochies and all em
f*ck (?)
f*ck (?)
f*ck (?)
yea though the gangland
we on top

we the people snu equal

caskets and they suits n*gga, on rollin

top shottas and allat
free the gang bang and allat
mr (?) bang bang bang

free the (?)
(?) and allat
beedee)

- newborn menace toonchie5 lyrics

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