We Them Muthafuckas

[Hook: Julius Luciano] We walk around like what's poppin' in this muhfucka Outlaws like we went Pac up in this muhfucka Muhfucka, get shot up in this muhfucka Coffee shit, we'll get something hot up in your muhfucka Yeah, I'm from the Circle G-A-N-G I'll merk ya if you tempt me, squeeze that burner til it's empty We ain't worried about a muhfuckin' thing Shoe muhfuckin' Gang, we them muhfuckas man [Verse 1: Julius Luciano] If you never won a war, then you don't want no war I'mma flatline a nigga like a fuckin' underscore No give a fuck nor shit, got my Chucks on With my [?] black belt, call me Chuck Norris If you see the exit then you need to run for it When the Tommy aim, turn you to Tommy Hanks, "Run Forrest" I'm finna fuck your bitch, she pull out them soft tits I'mma lick alcohol off her, alcoholic Yeah we givin' out the flus Unless your names Oscar Pistorius, you ain't runnin' shit without the Shoes I got a big chopper that'll fuck up your day My weapons blast, wet ya ass like a fuckin' bidet [Verse 2: Kenny] I'm on, get the fuck out my way And I'm on some phonesex shit, fuck what you say Call me leafblower, I'mma blow my grass Too smooth to moon, still I'mma show my ass I can hardly walk but someone'll drop me off Hopefully a young tender, possibly a bartender Once you top me off, I'mma ask her to top me off Games cold, no hockey talk Got a prob? We can get down like the humdrums In this clique I come from, we don't run from If I shoot it, you won't be fine nigga This ain't Call of Duty, you won't respawn nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] If a nigga get to beefin', I'mma blam blam Tecs I'mma stretch a nigga out like some damn spandex Yeah my [?] got next, now your run is at the end Y'all some fuckin' has beens like Van Damme I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind, y'all ain't stoppin' that Let these bullets holla at your spine, call it hollow back Copy that, I'll be there pistol wavin' bout major business, no business major Tell the refs throw a flag cuz we on the field trippin' Y'all got class while my niggas field trippin' I'mma motherfuckin' ride along, that's the wheel spinnin' We them mothafuckas, fuck whoever feel different [Verse 4: Demetrius Capone] I spit that venomous shit, reminiscent of a killa Cobra cold as the winter in December, sinister flow nigga it's over Nigga I told ya We bargin' our way up in this spot brah Speakin' of a killer cobra, we the fuckin' killer COB brah Frame all tatted up, dames all gathered up Get em to my place, get em home late Get to 4th base like a home plate Swingin' wood like this baseball, batter up I kill em when they saw my chain, chainsaw massacre Okay you probably woke up in a new Bugatti But I woke up with your boo, finna do your boo in a used jalopy I'm drivin' your wife crazy like your lady is my passenger You can bet I smash it cuz I wreck your marriage like wedding crashers [Hook]