If I have nun but some faith
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You niggas be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my niggas gone they taking a nap
Standing on my 10 and put the 4s on my back
Know I'm thumbing through that paper we get a whole lot of that
448's by the whole and niggas knowing that's a fact
Don't give a damn where I go you know I'm coming where it's at
And I keep one in the head because I gotta make it back
And we pull up in hell cats and we don't care nun bout no scats
Blood hound for the money we don't care nun bout these nats
I'm a buss down on the Rolex for the times that I ain't have it
Chasing paper on the daily nigga's know that I'm a savage
Cant fall victim to the streets but I'm just stuck like I'm in traffic
Nigga's screaming that's it's up catch em down bad and let em have it
Treat them 4's like some gods let them know that we ain't average
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
And I just got a phone back from Markell
Back in the federal jail
Still getting federal mail
We gave your bitch your paper
But she ain't never give
Blessings come every tear
Wishing Richie was here
Don't do that
The 4 da gang you know forever yeah
Forever know long live the wizard yeah
Don't get caught lacking by no killer
They know we stepping and we peelin' yea
If I have nun but some faith
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro's right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
Ogmal - Gang Gang (feat. Rique) Lyrics
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If I have nun but some faith
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You niggas be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my niggas gone they taking a nap
Standing on my 10 and put the 4s on my back
Know I'm thumbing through that paper we get a whole lot of that
448's by the whole and niggas knowing that's a fact
Don't give a damn where I go you know I'm coming where it's at
And I keep one in the head because I gotta make it back
And we pull up in hell cats and we don't care nun bout no scats
Blood hound for the money we don't care nun bout these nats
I'm a buss down on the Rolex for the times that I ain't have it
Chasing paper on the daily nigga's know that I'm a savage
Cant fall victim to the streets but I'm just stuck like I'm in traffic
Nigga's screaming that's it's up catch em down bad and let em have it
Treat them 4's like some gods let them know that we ain't average
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
And I just got a phone back from Markell
Back in the federal jail
Still getting federal mail
We gave your bitch your paper
But she ain't never give
Blessings come every tear
Wishing Richie was here
Don't do that
The 4 da gang you know forever yeah
Forever know long live the wizard yeah
Don't get caught lacking by no killer
They know we stepping and we peelin' yea
If I have nun but some faith
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro's right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You niggas be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my niggas gone they taking a nap
Standing on my 10 and put the 4s on my back
Know I'm thumbing through that paper we get a whole lot of that
448's by the whole and niggas knowing that's a fact
Don't give a damn where I go you know I'm coming where it's at
And I keep one in the head because I gotta make it back
And we pull up in hell cats and we don't care nun bout no scats
Blood hound for the money we don't care nun bout these nats
I'm a buss down on the Rolex for the times that I ain't have it
Chasing paper on the daily nigga's know that I'm a savage
Cant fall victim to the streets but I'm just stuck like I'm in traffic
Nigga's screaming that's it's up catch em down bad and let em have it
Treat them 4's like some gods let them know that we ain't average
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
And I just got a phone back from Markell
Back in the federal jail
Still getting federal mail
We gave your bitch your paper
But she ain't never give
Blessings come every tear
Wishing Richie was here
Don't do that
The 4 da gang you know forever yeah
Forever know long live the wizard yeah
Don't get caught lacking by no killer
They know we stepping and we peelin' yea
If I have nun but some faith
And a whole lot of that
I bet it all on my niggas
Bring that 4 right back
And I was taught to stand on code and never fold on that
Praying to god to bring my bro's right back
Gang gang
Ah ah
Whole lot of bussing for the gang
She call us ah ah
Clear my throat I'm sipping cough drops
Fat boy still gone bring that gwap out
Call PG to bring them Glocks out
Flavor flav got a AP clock out
Ain't with the 4's gone get yo ass knocked out
That's on cap
They coming home and that's on cap
You nigga's be telling in the hood and trying to rap
Every time a number call my phone I think it's tap
I don't consider my nigga's gone they taking a nap
Writer: Jamal Perry, Tyrique Eggleston
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