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nh anthem - chiico, cinco, casper, joker, & choo lyrics

chuncy naybors though
xc and all that
nayborhood (x3)

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

(chiico)
i ain’t gotta show a thang, b-tch i been from the gang
100 days 100 nights, n-gg-s check the range
we was really dropping n-gg-s man f-ck the fame
i rep mine all times, it’s a 90s thang
like snoovers, and girlys, tramps, f-ggots
yall n-gg-s all wack
f-ck rts on cs
yall n-gg-s know that
big -ss gun on my hip, n-gg- i stay strapped
catch me slippin on crip
betta blow my brains back
f-ck all talk, get hit, cuz ima spray that
n-gg- sneak dissin on me, n-gg- i need that
never been soft, get caught, you better plea that
rats get k!lled on the set, my n-gg-s mean that
b-tches want me, case closed, hoe where the cheese at
b-tch im rollin, get folded, it ain’t no dream match
push all fours off a hoe, yeah i beat that
take flight first, never last, that’s on my c-flag

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

(cinco)
really with the bullsh-t, yeah all that
n-gg-s go to jail, come straight back
what you call that
rush down western to the 100s
yeah we all strapped
me and my gat go way back like 4 flats
walkin down western with the nayborhood on my hat
head on a swivel just in case they see my gang tats
let a n-gg- test me, ima have to blow his brains back
ugly nuts on the glock, n-gg- where the stains at n-gg-
lil n-gg-, how you play ball but you shaken with the trigger
xd-40 put a hole in ya system
ain’t not pimp here, my n-gg- died the other day
long live cj, and im still busting slugs for jackpot the great
big 40 leave a n-gg- like a rare steak
shoot a n-gg- then stand by and watch his body shake

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

(casper)
nationals, b-tch its nationals
nayborhood crip, lil b-tch, we keep it active
if a snoover n-gg- trippin this 40 clip get the mashin
all my crips with the sh-t lil b-tch, we bout that action
9-owe crip lil n-gg-, so whats the issue
if a snot n-gg- trippin, these hollows leaving him tissue
blower in his face, he stressin just the rent due
duece-duece kicking and barking just like a shih tzu
as a youngin i was raised with the older cats
young n-gg- riding on scooters, holding them big gats
clip maxed, rugers on thoockers, whippin like imax
i clap n-gg-s that’s hyped up like brad knight
calm down, bruce lee kicking this choppa
its man down
knock a n-gg- noodles, scadootle, no time to beg now
big rounds vibrate the streets, just like surround sound
bustin them baby -ss guns, shooting out pow pow

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

(joker)
i’ma real tl
i jumped off the porch with a 40 and some sh-lls
then i was raised on the w, didn’t take no ls
rip my fallen soldier, free my n-gg-s in the cell
man free my n-gg-s in them jails
yeah real sh-t, i done seen some cold situations
pay attention to yo surroundings cuz these n-gg-s fake
them n-gg-s b-tching be the main ones catching cases
that’s why im steady f-cking ducking counting blue faces
from the 30s to the 100s we the f-cking greatest
you can call me mr host with all these sh-t im baking
yeah the 90s in this b-tch yea we f-cking made it
yeah yall hate we made it
lil n-gg- with a big -ss gun
that’s why the tramps see me, they gon run forest run
i be running through these hoes like im f-ckin marc dunn
gotta choppa with a drum, keep a rim n-gg- slumped
theses f-ggots don’t want none

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

(choo)
if these n-gg-s want war, i’ma let em have it
pull up on they block, mask on, hop out blasting
i’ma get it craccin, 10-owe let em have it
semi-automatic, when we shoot we leaving closed casket
get y’all paper up, you hoochie n-gg-s h-lla b-m
shining on you n-gg-s, big 100s watch me count em up
backwoods stuffed, 211s grammed up
down a crippled b-tch, pick her up when she got my bucks
fly crippin no sippin
got yo b-tch d-cking away, now she on two missions
x-owe lil hoe
don’t be insane, go and get it
western ave or figaro lil b-tch, your decision
i’ma need my cash
i’ma need my stacks
i’ma need that bag
black hood, black mask, big blower in my pocket, i’ma get me a sack

(chorus)
if i let this thing rip it ain’t no coming back
you n-gg-s plotting on me need to fall back
from the 30s to the 100s, yeah we all strapped
and if a n-gg- want war, n-gg- all that (x2)

- chiico cinco casper joker choo lyrics

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