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frost! what’s good my ninja?
raiden. rushhhhhh. huh!
gold label

you know that me and my ninjas we mobbing yeah (soy sauce)
trust me man these haters don’t want no problems yeah (huh)
i’m watching these haters through my cartier
i’m with your b*tch swerving in a brand new audi yeah
these ninjas talking sh*t but u know i don’t care
i was moving them thangs since i was in lauderdale
f*ck the law we ain’t talking to them coppers here
we got the green we got the white we got choppers here
don’t come to broward with that flaw sh*t thеy’ll rob ya here
ain’t no fighting they just shooting and thеy stomping here
like no limit we getting rowdy
b*tch u know we bout it
balling out with my gold label ninjas cuz we got it yeah

where my real ninjas at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all my real b*tches at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all the bad b*tches getting bags?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
awwwww
j.o.! ya’ll know what the f*ck going on
these n*ggas ain’t ready
my k!llas come in heavy
too lit, causing damage
really let you n*ggas have it
the brahma bull gets active
i don’t think you want the static
sh*t’ll really get drastic
been known to cause havoc
been all on my grind, n*ggas should’ve known i was passionate
i’m a stop when i die, why would i lie? that’s factual
i’m so sick i need the anecdote
i’m a beast, i’m an animal
the lion feasting on the antelope
ya’ll really know i do the most
i’m on top of the food chain with a blue rag on my lion’s mane
in the streets, ain’t never changed
fly crip, call me johnny cage
i’m about to bring the pain. hit ‘em up with the rage
and they know a n*gga bang with more kicks than liu kang

where my real ninjas at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all my real b*tches at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all the bad b*tches getting bags?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
awwwww
i can be a big box store on you little shop of horrors
and you’re looking like you just seen a ghost. mike myers
yeah, you must be tripping on some mario carts
i am dominic torreto with the spare car parts
jack frost show love and the beat just knocks, turnpike roadblocks
like a house made of cards
street sweepers loaded with the poisonous darts
it ain’t nothing but a ting
schwing wayne b*tch garth
nope
i can make crushing mc’s look like an art
you will need both hands when my toast pop tarts
i be running laps
in my jet*black car and
i be texting your girl
and getting paid for my bars

where my real ninjas at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all my real b*tches at?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
where them hustlas getting to them sacks?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
and all the bad b*tches getting bags?
right here, right here, right here, right here, right here, right here
awwwww

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