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SHABAAM SAHDEEQ lyrics : "We R"

(feat. Bronze K, Drift)

Pop, pop pop, pop..


[Chorus]
We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)

We arrrreee...(We are, we are)
We arrrreee...(We are, we are)
We arrrreee...(We are, we are, we are)


[Shabaam over chorus]
Molemen...

Yeah, S-Double.. sweet sound
Street scholar Shabaam Sahdeeq
Driftin Arrow, P-O, P-F..

Bronze K, BK all day...

[Bronze K]

I'm tryna, lay it down with the 'caine
And the jays, blowin trees, bound it in James
Two guns, a gauge, and a pound

Brave ^!$$%z get laid on the ground,
and when your soul start to rise I'ma pop it to clouds
Bronze, Drift, and S-Double, apocalypse now

Hit producers with $$#ignments, put my verses in vows
You be a passenger in a hearse, you copy my style
Lock %#@! down, like the cops over on Leonard & Powell

The kid is a mess, hoes be lovin the sex
Condom bust, now a ho get a percent of my check
Never trust hoes, rarely tell 'em my name

And the ones that do know me, they be yellin my name
I play strips, lookin devilish, with a hell of a chain
J-Swiss they see me sell %#@! I'm true to the game

Spit dimes out my mouth, $#&@ hand to hand
Swan's out GCT, O.G.'s the clown route
Certain ^!$$%z ain't made for the street %#@!

I eat meat, vegetarians ain't made for beef %#@!

[Chorus]


[Over Chorus]
The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes

The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..
The type of ^!$$%z who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death
The type of ^!$$%z who'll hold you down at your final breath


[Drift]
Aiyyo we ruthless nuts, we stealin ^!$$%z coupes and trucks

My peoples shoot %#@! up, if they boots get scuffed
And we gon' take over the game, so get used to us
I get money and invest, you give your loot to !@#%s

Leave them coward ^!$$%z dizzy cuz they doubt that I get busy
This ain't no $#&@in game, my stomach growlin like a grizzly
Put rounds up in your kidney, and four on your light Caesers

Holdin the right heaters to soak up your wife beaters
Bonin them nice divas, then leave them broads
Cuz as long as my money right, I don't need them broads

Say you got scrilla but I doubt it cuz your Range's is rented
I'm not a killer, but I think he's about to change in a minute
You up in them gay clubs, don't $#&@ with them fake thugs

Think I'm jokin 'til the burner is touchin your taste buds
Snuffin with straight slugs 'til ya block ducks down
He give 'em 41 shots like them cops uptown, mother$#&@er


[Chorus]


[Over Chorus]
The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes
The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..

The type of ^!$$%z who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death
The type of ^!$$%z who'll hold you down at your final breath


[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Under pressure I turn coals to diamonds, priceless worths

Pass with a smirk, stick you ^!$$%z handlin work
Chains close like I change flows, change zip codes
Chameleon! Adapt to any strip I'm standin on
S-Double, Drift, and Bronze, them ^!$$%z to put ya money on
Street trinity, dump slugs in your infinite

Y'all yappin ^!$$%z killin me, doubtin the force
Y'all haters could never win, cuz we sweepin y'all off
Like stoops, come through in coupes, in flavors like Froot Loops
Guns not for show, these ^!$$%z they do shoot
And my mind flow righteous stars

But I still got artillery, for them cats tryna take me off course
In my truck I take turns like I'm whippin a Porsche
Doin fifty, hottie in the Denalli, just missed me
Where it stay crispy, like fifties, outta the ATM
Yes thou surpassin 'em, it's Redrum

Where I'm from is everywhere, and everywhere is where I'm from
Everybody got a gun, all scramblin gettin ones
Y'all ^!$$%z all sound the same, it's a new era
Act like a (*##$, smear ya lipstick and mascara
Tracks get smashed when you put these three soldiers together

See me never, see multiple holes in ya leather
Make ya chest a golf course, when I flame that torch
(*##$ ^!$$%z, (Pop, pop pop, pop)

[Chorus]


[Over Chorus]
The type of cats who be swervin in the nine up in Lanes
The type of cats who be in ya hallway all day like..
The type of ^!$$%z who'll rock witchu even if it's life or death
The type of ^!$$%z who'll hold you down at your final breath

[Chorus]

We arrrreee...
We arrrreee...
We arrrreee...
We arrrreee...

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