Ghetto Commission Our Thing Lyrics

  
 [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 



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