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Our Thing

by Ghetto Commission

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I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about I was brought up in the city of Gretna had nerve with that nigga pepper That's you got to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya I used to hang across that water that mighty nine and other sections While lounging in the club, I packed a snub nosed Smith and Wesson Fuckin' hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that's a war These niggas out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling It's a swamp nigga, we all ghost fuckin riders as we stunt niggas That scrappin' shit ain't happenin' see you dead if yous a punk nigga We floss around in Lexuses, from the boot to Houston, Texas Any nigga that disrespect us, receive a slug though they vest I'm from where niggas end up lookin like funnels When they crossing my tunnel Left in bloody puddles, so it's a must, I represent my jungle The bricks bitch, Marrero, where we ride slow Go to war with Calicos, sending niggas to their burial I'm tellin' ya niggas'll be smelling ya, back at the canal Niggas know we living foul with televised murder trials We hustle, duckin' JP's in laced up Ree's White T's, we keep our rocks in the same place we keep our teeth We meet at club James, known for blood stains Niggas stay in front of Tina's, get caught up in the game Nigga Chateau there's Place, back of Ames, and the Villa Betty street, Garden road, west bank, home of killers From the east bank to the west bank, it's our thing From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing Throw your hood up and claim nigga, it's an N.O. thing Let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward Look they ain't playin Any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin' When you see them niggas with the white handkerchiefs You get to the land of the lost 'Cause these niggas bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost Many niggas done got killed on the battlefield of McClendon Ville Ya ain't even gotta question, if these Christopher Homes soldiers real They knocking nuts off back in the cutoff, them niggas bout it too You doubt it, go test 'em, you can be another bloody body too If I was you I'd keep my tool slippin' round them Fischer fools Dark side, light side, both sides, fuck, homicide rules Them boys over the hump poppin' trunks if you gettin' outta line Algiers niggas packin that iron, respect our fuckin mind Now all you hear is ninth ward this, nigga ninth ward that It's Mr. Magic, puttin' my fuckin hood on the map You wanna die motherfuckers cause you're fuckin with G's You dig your own fuckin' grave when your fuckin with these So where my niggas at, throw your fuckin' nine in the air Respect my mind, I represent it, like I just don't care Desire and Galvez, nigga Dauphin and Flood Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm So when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm And if I die motherfuckers better sound the alarm City under siege, Clinton couldn't stop this bomb Fuck with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam Third ward, parkway, all the way, AK Spray, now tell me who's the baddest The click I roll with will leave you in the basement Call your mama, tell her make a replacement That's nine months she wasted No years I be facing in the crescent Tryin' to teach an adolescent, fuck them niggas I'm suggesting You keep ya mouth closed, before ya body wind up with holes Exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes Check it, I'm camouflaged motherfucker, I'm bustin at they click I make moves and keep these boss bitches up on my dick Been camouflaged up, ever since a young buck I hit the scene like nigga what, do anybody wanna fuck With this murda murda killer, blood spiller with rhyme Or I cut your life short like my part in the last don So much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom Affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms Nigga that's it?

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