Horseshoe Gang - We Them Muthaf**as lyrics

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Horseshoe Gang - We Them Muthaf**as lyrics

[Hook: Julius Luciano] We walk around like what's poppin' in this muhf**a Outlaws like we went Pac up in this muhf**a Muhf**a, get shot up in this muhf**a Coffee sh**, we'll get something hot up in your muhf**a Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty We ain't worried about a muhf**in' thing Shoe muhf**in' Gang, we them muhf**as man [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] If you never won a war, then you don't want no war I'mma flatline a n***a like a f**in' underscore No give a f** nor sh**, got my Chucks on With my [?] black belt, call me Chuck Norris If you see the exit then you need to run for it When the Tommy aim, turn you to Tommy Hanks, "Run Forrest" I'm finna f** your b**h, she pull out them soft tits I'mma lick alcohol off her, alcoholic Yeah we givin' out the flus Unless your names Oscar Pistorius, you ain't runnin' sh** without the Shoes I got a big chopper that'll f** up your day My weapons blast, wet ya a** like a f**in' bidet [Verse 2: Kenny] I'm on, get the f** out my way And I'm on some phones** sh**, f** what you say Call me leafblower, I'mma blow my gra** Too smooth to moon, still I'mma show my a** I can hardly walk but someone'll drop me off Hopefully a young tender, possibly a bartender Once you top me off, I'mma ask her to top me off Games cold, no hockey talk Got a prob? We can get down like the humdrums In this clique I come from, we don't run from If I shoot it, you won't be fine n***a This ain't Call of Duty, you won't respawn n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] If a n***a get to beefin', I'mma blam blam Tecs I'mma stretch a n***a out like some damn spandex Yeah my [?] got next, now your run is at the end Y'all some f**in' has beens like Van Damme I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind, y'all ain't stoppin' that Let these bullets holla at your spine, call it hollow back Copy that, I'll be there pistol wavin' bout major business, no business major Tell the refs throw a flag cuz we on the field trippin' Y'all got cla** while my n***as field trippin' I'mma motherf**in' ride along, that's the wheel spinnin' We them mothaf**as, f** whoever feel different [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] I spit that venomous sh**, reminiscent of a k**a Cobra cold as the winter in December, sinister flow n***a it's over n***a I told ya We bargin' our way up in this spot brah Speakin' of a k**er cobra, we the f**in' k**er COB brah Frame all tatted up, dames all gathered up Get em to my place, get em home late Get to 4th base like a home plate Swingin' wood like this baseball, batter up I k** em when they saw my chain, chainsaw ma**acre Okay you probably woke up in a new Bugatti But I woke up with your boo, finna do your boo in a used jalopy I'm drivin' your wife crazy like your lady is my pa**enger You can bet I smash it cuz I wreck your marriage like wedding crashers [Hook]

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