Song Lyrics Ghetto Commission - Our Thing    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> G>> Ghetto Commission Singer Lyrics [Ghetto Commission other resources]>> Our Thing Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Ghetto Commission Music Title/Track: Our Thing Theme ID: 10197 Album: N/A featuring Mac Magic QB [Ghetto Commission] I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about I was brought up in the city of ???? Had nerve with that nigga Pepper That's you gots to put pressure on me to make it so they test ya I used to hang across that water That mighty nine another second While loungin in the club I pack a stunt nose Smith n Wesson Fuckin hoes, split the blunts and optimos, that's a war These niggas out chea cut throat, so the crime rate never falling It's a swamp nigga, we all ghost fuckin riders as we stunt niggas That scrappin shit ain't happenin see you dead if yous a punk nigga We floss around in Lexuses, from the boot to Houston, Texas Any ??? that disrespect us recieve a slug clean through thier vest I'm from where niggas end up lookin like funnels when they crossin my tunnel Left them bloody puddles, so ???? represent my jungle The bricks bitch, my rad row where we ride slow Go to war with Calicos, sendin niggas to thier burial I'm tellin ya niggas'll be smellin ya, back at the canal Niggas know we living foul with televised murder trials We hustle, duckin JP in laced up brees White T's, we keep our rocks the same place we keep our D We meet at club James, known for blood stains Niggas stay in front of teeners get caught up in the game Lickin shots all over the place, shots on Wayms and DeVilla Betty street, Garden road, Westbank, home of killers [Mac] From the eastbank to the westbank, it's our thing From the third ward to the ninth ward, it's our thing It's a N.O. thing, an N.O. thing, an N.O. thing Throw your hood up and claim nigga, it's an N.O. thing [Ghetto Commission] Let me tell you about them boys in the fifteenth ward look they ain't playin Any altercation with the enemy in they vicinity, they sprayin When you see them niggas with the white hankerchiefs You get to the land of the lost Cause these niggas bout they paper, bout they come up at any cost Many niggas done got killed on the battlefield over Clintonfield Yall aint even got to front, if these twisted for arms soldiers real They knockin nuts off back in the cutoff, them niggas bout it too You doubt it, call session, you could be another bloody body too If I was you I'd keep my tools livin around them vicious fools Darkside, lightside, boatside, fuck homocide rules Them boys over the hump poppin trunks if you gettin outta line Hells yeah, niggas packin that nine, respect our fuckin mind [Magic] Now all you hear is ninth ward this, nigga ninth ward that It's Mr. Magic, puttin my fuckin hood on the map You wanna die motherfuckers cause you're fuckin with G's You dig your own fuckin grave when your fuckin with these So where my niggas at, throw your fuckin nine in the air Respect my nine, I represent it like I just don't care Desire and galvant, nigga don't fiend and flood Be the only motherfuckers ever show me love It's cause of me ninth ward comin up like a storm So when you see me identify me by the nine on my arm And if I die motherfuckers better sound the alarm City under siege, Clinton couldn't stop this bomb [QB] Fuck with us you gettin slapped, only way survive the gun jam Third ward, Parkway, Allaway, AK spray, now tell me who's the man The click I roll with will leave you in the basement Call your mama, tell her make a replacement This nine must she waste it No years I be facing in the crescent Tryin to teach an adolescent, fuck them niggas I'm suggesting You keep your mouth closed before your body wired with holes Exploding blows, with blood all over your clothes [Mac] Check it I'm camoflauged motherfucker, I bust em till they click I make moves and keep these boss bitches up on my dick Been camoflauge but ever since a young buck I hit the scene like nigga what, do anybody wanna fuck With this murda murda killer, blood spiller with rhyme Or I cut your life short like my part in the last don So much of a soldier even drove a tank to my prom Affiliated with crime like you affiliated with moms Nigga That's it Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Lollipops, Still Going Through a Thang, World and Everythang, Deal With The Devil, Dont Turn Back, Facts Of Life, Fool I Got Yay, For the Good Times, FTK, Fuck a Bitch, I Can Feel It, In Decatur, In the Paint, On Da Grind, Uncut, Bout That Gangsta Gangsta, No Pain No Gain, Soldier Song, No Pain No Gain, Boo, Cellophane, Filthy Mind, Idol, Silver Lining, A Child Believes, Blind Man, Cellophane, Empty, Filthy Mind, Glory Girl, Idol, Numb, Silver Lining, Angel, Blocking Brainwaves, Call 911, Chocolate Jesus, Clips From Buffy And Angel Episodes, Dangerous, David Letterman, Fire, German. 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