Dem n*ggas lyrics

Yea for all y'all

Chours: Lil' Troy

f*ck dem n*ggas
We roll with enough of n*ggas
And got problems with a couple of n*ggas
But f*ck dem n*ggas
They gonna to have take chillin with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us
f*ck dem n*ggas
We roll with enough of n*ggas
And got problems with a couple of n*ggas
But f*ck dem n*ggas
They gonna to have take chillin with us
Or they gonna have to face dealing with us

[Ardis]
Im the master mind
Get money leave the past behind
Cause if you f*ck me then that ass is mine
I lay down sh*t
Lil' Troy who I stay down with
Artist im still one thick
He told me to bring it well here it go I run sh*t
You bustas please i run sh*t
We authentic time peace ice up to fice up
I'm still here who lights up
Going on somebody turn the lights up
Is the mic up I can't be touched
You got cash well it can't be much you missed us
Im the same one playin me close I told ya it ain't done
I bring the rain if I c*ck back I'm going to aim one
The thing to ask if I want it I bring the axe
You n*ggas can't f*ck with me
I put it down real so my n*gga Troy stuck with me
I cut for him now he cut for me
Grim got the keyboard i got the razor blade to match
I got the levy drop hits on the track
Chorus

[Lil' Troy]
f*ck deem naggas man
Even though I had to front some n*ggas
I'll take out a bunch of ya n*ggas
You know I'm Lil' Troy(Lil' Troy)
I dont want any of you n*ggas
I will kill everyone of you n*ggas
Why you bumpin cause you moved up to score a half a brick
(a half of brick)
b*tch I move three half a lick (oh)
I.d. you know the rules get your mutherf*ckin ass in line
And have my mutherf*ckin cash on time
Don't forget who you call when them n*ggas drink pistol whip
Tied you up and didn't even reason kid (tied your ass up)
I paid the price gill b*tch I saved your life
Now your thinking everything's all right
When I caught you off tha soft with a pistol bumpin you all
But then I should bump you off
I ain't sayin no more I know you should start payin me though
Cuz b*tch I ain't playing no more

Chorus

[Ardis]
I done down to pull one
Unload a clip popin a good one
You n*ggas can't f*ck with us
This Short Stop baby you ain't got enough of us
You want to bring it ain't sh*t to me
I roll one deep but you better have a click for me
Cuz if I get crunk I pop the trunk
Im artist thats Troy we both stay nonchalant
You dont know how far our money extend
Pushin tha benz ridin shotgun
Cop twins in case I have to die for the ends
It was a half of a meal
From the jump when he started to burn
One lick was three and a quarter to burn
Throw three hundred in the aisle these n*ggas full like that
I drink but I dont get full like that
I stay sober when its good for me
And grab my Glock and make sure i put enought on me
Chorus

[Lil' Troy] talking

Yea f*ck these n*ggas
You see what I'm sayin we roll with enough of n*ggas
And um I'm takin contracts out
Every motherf*ckin body that owns somebody in this b*tch
You know what I'm sayin come see Lil' Troy
I dont care if you on the east side west side north side or south side
If you a hoe ass n*gga im taking y' all ass out for the 99 b*tch