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new jack city - pengz lyrics

[intro]
cle, not cleveland, n*gga
free the dawgs, and the demons
we back
(late nights with bro deejaym0, he mix it)
can’t make this sh*t up

[chorus]
come like dutch how my opps ain’t caught no corpse
shot his brethren in the face, f*ck, should of waited for his porsche
trap, trap, trap, we get it poppin’ in abundance
pandemonium in the beat, schedule for a substance
like when g money showed nino the crack
revolutionary trap move, sellin’ a fentanyl patch
013, came out of jail, i had nothing but a passport
i went to the le and put 253 grams in a jansport
everybody wanna be rich, but n0body wanna put work in though
when i was a teen, i livеd with the fiends, or i was workin’ a ho
i servеd in the streets, my due diligence, i’m a cle capitan
i’m lieutenant of the gun squad, my n*gga we fund the action
my n*gga, lets be honest, no cappin’ or whatchamacallit
i’m legendary in them jail cells, how i beat man till they vomit
gq with a handting and a fat ring for the dress code
free them n*ggas on the south range that ain’t never stopping when they press code (free up)

[verse 1]
woah, woah
i beat the heat like the mavericks
red beam with flashlight, how my gun go go gadget
it look like new jack city in my trap
it sound like “caching”, money whenever i rap
i’m putting it down, l!ck a shot for my opps, buss gun sounds
supply and demand, what do you know about reinup whole towns
he went on a date and he got pitched, flipped, upside down
smith and wesson hold 10, throw him upside down
[verse 2]
go to the jails, go to the projects, go n*gga, quit askin’ me
they tell you that pengo, that n*gga he ’bout it, he ’bout it like master p
he fly, he gangsta, he getting money, that n*gga a masterpiece
i’m from the le, downbottom, i am not talkin’ about grandravine
seen, like 2 crates when i touch down
they say “them le yutes top left, froze, buss down”
gun convictions from a yute, my niyah steady barkin’
deyah in my hand in traffic, i don’t do compartments
uh
p90 or the ruugz
crowds chip it like marathon, shots beat like “boom, boom”
401 on the highway, chevrolet like “zoom, zoom”
free chaotic out the can, broski coming home soon soon, uh
who you know rap gang sh*t you can dance to
hoes shaking they ass too, and n*ggas is making a bag too
my opps, they on the net, they begging and ratting, and doing the ‘gram
and hoes is bad too, my n*gga i do not understand

[chorus]
come like dutch how my opps ain’t caught no corpse
shot his brethren in the face, f*ck, should of waited for his porsche
trap, trap, trap, we get it poppin’ in abundance
pandemonium in the beat, schedule for a substance
like when g money showed nino the crack
revolutionary trap move, sellin’ a fentanyl patch
013, came out of jail, i had nothing but a passport
i went to the le and put 253 grams in a jansport
everybody wanna be rich, but n0body wanna put work in though
when i was a teen, i lived with the fiends, or i was workin’ a ho
i served in the streets, my due diligence, i’m a cle capitan
i’m lieutenant of the gun squad, my n*gga we fund the action
my n*gga, lets be honest, no cappin’ or whatchamacallit
i’m legendary in them jail cells, how i beat man till they vomit
gq with a handting and a fat ring for the dress code
free them n*ggas on the south range that ain’t never stopping when they press code (free up)

- pengz lyrics

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