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popular thugs - clyde carson lyrics

[instrumental]

[verse 1: clyde carson]
mac holder, trap quota, on deck
supersoaker, move over, get wet
water guns, pick 1, see the tec
big talkin, caught walkin, what a mess
my squad go hard, leave you stretched
layed out, played out, getting rest
hold the ave, hold your block, hold your set
at the park, after dark, hitting them ‘jects

[verse 2: the jacka and clyde carson]
purple, you want it? you come
heart is bout empty that drum
never been scared of that bloodshed
if you want it, what’s up?
hit him em, empty that snub
can’t see from where it could come
listen, you hearing that drum
spit through it, issuing slugs
[verse 3: clyde carson]
it’s shoot em drugs, it’s shoot or lose
control the mob, cover the booth
my gun is silent, i’m living proof
give me that thang, let it bang, point, bang, shoot

[hook: the jacka]
you don’t want it with us
we don’t say nothin, we bust
gas, and we open him up
ashes to ashes to dust
it’s a problem, they asking “what’s up?”
just get to clappin it up
we the most popular thugs
nuttin wit us, nuttin we bust
open him up
ashes to dust
it’s a problem, they asking “what’s up?”
just get to clapping it up (clyde, what’s happening, boy?)
we the most popular thugs (yeah)

[verse 4: the jacka]
scared to deal wit us
brough the steel wit us
hopping out the whip, straight aiming at fitteds
in that b*a*y, in a room full of hittas
be in o*a*k, riding round through the village
where my n*ggas is at
still smoking bud, a master
just went half on a 10 pack
black like the panthers…black power first
weigh it up in a ziploc
from the block
wake you up with a bang through the windshield
hopping in the carriages
dang, it was a big deal
7 deuce cutlass; getting high behind my steering wheel
slapping with the hammer on my left
mugging hard as h*ll
n*gga, cause i’m hard as nails
problem with the clock?
we gon show up to your house
problem with that mob
we can get at you with 100 rounds
n*gga, i’ma knock you down
n*gga, i’ll rock the crown
knock my gun, watch him scram
it’s a 100 rounds around every time i come around!
[hook: the jacka]
you don’t want it with us
we don’t say nothin, we bust
gas, and we open him up
ashes to ashes to dust
it’s a problem, they asking “what’s up?”
just get to clappin it up
we the most popular thugs
nuttin wit us, nuttin we bust
open him up
ashes to dust
it’s a problem, they asking “what’s up?”
just get to clapping it up
we the most popular thugs

- clyde carson lyrics

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