Can You Hang? Lyrics
featuring Ager Man of 3X Krazy & Killa Tay <br />
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*(Ager Man talking)* <br />
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Sacramento loc<b> </b>all the way to Fresno nigga <br />
It's Ager Man<b> </b>Lunasicc<b> </b>an Killa Tay <br />
Top dolla bitch. We get paid hoe <br />
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Verse 1 *(Lunasicc)* <br />
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Uh<b> </b>prepare to bow down when I hit yo shit<b> </b>danger <br />
multipule rounds when the caliber spit <br />
like my folks BO I mash on tracks to get the paper <br />
money by the ton stack the loot as high as a skyscraper <br />
I'm makin moves, doin you fools wit the tech <br />
when it all goes down these AWOL niggaz get respect <br />
yo threats don't mean shit everythangs on a bitch <br />
twins on a BM-dub O, AMG chrome kit <br />
I rush up in yo face, no doubt I bring the pain <br />
unstoppable when I drop my load get smacked like a run away train <br />
I do kick it wit real niggaz from Sac-Town, thought you knew <br />
like my folks Yuk, I blast on fools so I <br />
dish the body smash off wit my posse bangin the curb <br />
young phsyco wit the ghetto bible I'm bringin the word <br />
Sicc, Tay, an Ager Man out to do big thangs <br />
top dollaz y'all, now mutha fucka can you hang??!! <br />
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Chorus *(Lunasicc)* x2 <br />
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Top dollaz, nigga can you hang wit my team?? <br />
we got the plug, on everythang that you need <br />
money, cars, drugs, hoes, (each is repeated) <br />
label me a drug deala fo skrill that's the way it goes <br />
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Verse 2 *(Ager Man)* <br />
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I got yo punk ass yellin.... AHHH!! <br />
wit a phat ass strap in yo mouth, the gat in yo mouth <br />
got you swallowin crack in yo mouth <br />
pistol whippin to knock yo punk ass out <br />
an go fo tha scratch in yo house <br />
that's why I never keeps stacks in my house <br />
back at that ass point blank range <br />
none of you mutha fuckin bitches wanna cross this game <br />
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I hear you bumpin that Krazy shit <br />
tired of the pain, I fuck wit assassins <br />
killaz that'll blow out yo fuckin brains <br />
Eastside til I die, I'm hittin on the gas <br />
sumpthin fo that ass hoe, sumpthin fo that ass <br />
heaters under the two seater Benzo wit tinted glass <br />
9 millimeter on my lap, shit some puff I'm ready to blast <br />
full of traps, hopin that my gun don't get smoked <br />
if I go broke, he bring me back <br />
I'm deep in this game of sellin dope <br />
these niggaz out here be strapped <br />
this nigga right here be strapped wit a mini <br />
open fire on yo bitch ass, tough love that I'm sendin <br />
test the testicals, serve the team an I'm grippin <br />
the hoe from Oakland to Lick Mode <br />
wit a four-four, searchin til the day I go all out fo the cash <br />
an be out like nuthin, ever happened, I'm smashin <br />
on the gas it's murder shit, this goes further than rappin <br />
dealt wit the jackin, empty yo pockets time to pay yo turf taxes <br />
after the blastin if you niggaz get to flashin <br />
we puttin hot ones in yo asses <br />
3 Times fo you mutha fuckin niggaz <br />
doin it to you in yo ear, say what I can wit a can of beer <br />
top dollaz, when the double O block <br />
an the four-four stop, when a nigga pop, cowards <br />
it's Ager Man, an Lunasicc surrounded by money an power <br />
you know, you know, you know, it goes down, uh game <br />
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*(chorus)* x2 <br />
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Verse 3 *(Killa Tay)* <br />
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Got the mic I'm gettin freaky like a demon Nina <br />
millimeter my weapon when I'm steppin through yo section <br />
strictly fo protection <br />
wreckin, checkin, disrespectin niggaz bigga than me <br />
stoppin yo family, plot yo death like Brandon Lee <br />
million dolla Mobb hits, Mobb shit, bustaz all die <br />
wipe the bitch made g's off the mack strap when I ride <br />
high, power fuck a coward <br />
top dollaz cuz I'm bout it <br />
while you hatin I be celebratin, elevatin my mind <br />
off that bomb green, no visine, eyes red like blood clots <br />
get off in that ass like buckshots <br />
pockets phat like Chubb Rock <br />
shiney gold medalins no more freestylin <br />
it's all about these pay styles <br />
gotta get mine, now we ballin big time <br />
still throwin them clips down from the Bay down to South Central <br />
bout my riches, dodgin bitches like a base half rental <br />
no reason fo squeezin the trigga <br />
these niggaz is goners, insane fo the skrilla <br />
I'm a killa, realer than real <br />
bringin em pain, all off in the game, top dollaz, uh <br />
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*(chorus)* x3 <br />
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Money (money) <br />
cars (cars) <br />
drugs (drugs) <br />
hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes... nigga. x2 <br />
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Top dollaz biatch
