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Ying Yang Twins

Genres: Hip-Hop

Brang You Azz Outdoz Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Aw shit 

let that pussy nigga write whats out 

ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers 

what, what 

 

[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X 

Test that nigga, rush that nigga 

get that nigga, man bust that nigga 

 

[Chorus 2] 

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) 

you wanna go and try to steal my clothes 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) 

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

 

[Verse 1] 

The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch 

Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick 

She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters 

See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub 

She come to move the crew 

I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits 

I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine 

It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? 

Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit 

Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette 

I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown 

Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now 

These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em 

I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper 

They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator 

I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator 

BITCH, I'll see ya later 

 

[Verse 2] 

I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes 

Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds 

Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends 

But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check 

It take long time, but now a nigga livin good 

Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods 

If you didnt know TD drop thangs, 

put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains 

CAN YOU HANG? 

 

[Chorus 1] 

You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) 

You got anamocity on yo chest 

Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) 

You wanna go and try to steal my clothes 

Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, 

Brang yo azz out doz 

 

[Verse 3] 

Mayhem, double hands on the above 

To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em 

Murderers, killas, thug niggas 

Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, 

East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers 

Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug 

Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out 

They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out 

Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean 

Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill) 

You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) 

Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya 

Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day 

Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville 

I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book 

I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be 

'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet 

 

[Verse 4] 

Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it 

Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man 

Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers 

comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water 

My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today 

Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me 

And scream "free me" 

Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots 

And altitudes, my niggas she botilary 

For bustas who be talkin shit 

 

[Chorus 1] 

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) 

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) 

You got anamocity on yo chest 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz 

nigga brang yo azz out doz 

 

[Verse 5] 

It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes 

You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake 

See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow 

Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair 

Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda 

She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles 

Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans 

Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone 

 

[Verse 6] 

The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes 

It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off 

Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin 

Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer 

Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me 

Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked 

So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up 

'fore you get slapped up like biscuits 

Sucked on like incense 

 

[Chorus 2] 

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) 

You wanna go and try to steal my clothes 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) 

You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz 

Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz 

nigga, brang yo azz out doz 

 

If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch 

You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X) 

 

Test that nigga, rush that nigga, 

get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X) 

 

I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn 

If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)