Gang Members

[Intro]
(Jose the Plug)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
Helmut Lang all on my body, Mr. Wang with me
Only here to smoke through my hood, we all gang members
Send a nigga right to the Lord, they say he save niggas
Cop me some dope and then I blew up like the Trade Center
Shh, they say them bullets really change niggas
How you hard and five different discoveries got your name in it?
You ain't gangster, even if they cuffed you, you would hang with 'em
I see these little niggas goin' down and takin' names with 'em
We don't fuck with law
Three Dracs, a hundred rounds a piece, so you can't duck 'em all
On twelve, all act around, we was like, "Fuck 'em all"
Niggas from my past see us out and say, "It's up with y'all"
Shh, and we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep on fuckin' up this money 'til they sick of us
Count money and schedule nuts to bust
Meet a bitch and put it in her mouth, it's like a suction cup

[Verse 2: 700 Cal]
We don't never see these niggas out 'cause they scared of us
Like I just got out, I keep the mag and I'm quick to bust
Bitch, you know what's up with us
Once it's there, it's stuck with us
Bro, I be like double dutch
That's your bitch, she tryna fuck
I just made ten, it's time to double up
I'll beat a nigga ass, but I got mad, put your knuckles up
Brody dropped some Wocky in the glass, he don't like double cup
Just fucked a nigga bitch and he in love, boy, you dumb as fuck

[Interlude: 700 Cal]
Ayy, I say
Just fucked a nigga bitch, and he in love, boy, you dumb as fuck

[Verse 3: Lil Mello]
Keep on sippin' drank and I can't stop, pass me another cup
Tryin' to set the play up, think I'm sweet? Boy, you dumb as fuck
Oh, that's your bitch, little nigga? Yeah, she a slut
I just want the head, little bitch, I'm kinda in a rush
I'll find my slime when he get the pack
Why these niggas talkin' like they street, but never been in that?
Why these niggas talkin' like they scam, but never caught a jack?
Little bitch say she like my shoes, bitch, I spent a rack
This nigga sick, he heard his bitch a fan
Last time I checked, this lil' bitch ain't even have no man
I'll have my lil' niggas pull up in a minivan
Probably on some P's when you see me, I'm the Perky man

[Verse 4: Nuk]
Thirty minutes out with the P's, let me surface first
Boy, when we use the fishscale, ain't for surf and turfs
Brought a roll all fifties, presidential, let me get my term
Got a bitch with Gucci bitch waist, she let me grip her curves
I ain't gon' tell it when I hit it, I'ma keep my word
Either way, I hustle for my shit, I got it off the curb
Shh, and that's with every serve
I can't love a bitch, they draftin' niggas like they David Stern
Told him hit me when the bales land, only want the strong
D gon' shoot him with the mailman, think he Karl Malone
Shh, now that's the work we know
We the ones who chicken in the field, it's like a turkey bowl
How we do the bricks, we be scannin' more than Idaho
Lil' bro like lightning with blues, but this ain't Dynaco
Shh, don't need no charm or luck
Leave me in the trizzy for a year, gon' need an armored truck
Shh, feds watchin', know I'm worth a buck
I spent twenty thousand in defense, they make it hard for what?
A month roll worth three Pateks
I'ma take that info to the grave, they know our secret kept
Dumps with PINS, two different banks'll leave a check in three
Spot a pussy, burn his ass up like he an STD