Ab-Soul, Fre$h - Gang’Nem lyrics

Call me 3Pac, on gang'nem
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang shit
Only though (Uh)
For the homies, my niggas ayy, man (Yo)

All my naysayers are eatin' crow (yeah)
'Cause we reapin' every single thing
That we can sow (Damn)
Needle and thread in my head
I'm a string theorist
Everything is connected and
We the seamstresses
Durag wrapped up, tryna train my waves
Auntie gave me a bowl cut
But I was catchin' fades
I went fifteen like fifteen time
Got away with nineteen crimes
I'm sippin' this wine, yeah
Writin' raps in the trap, I was locked in
The drank made me slow but
My mind was on Mach-10 (God)


Elbows of vegetable for the L-O (Gas)
Had the runny nose but I ain't have a cold
(Ha) if you know, you know, really though
The homie hit me, told me, "Hide the blicky
Bro" this nigga always into some wild shit
One time he bought the KelTec
I had to tell him all we shootin' is videos
Ain't have the eyesight for the gunfights
(yeah) but got a couple crodies I
Would go to war for (Gang)
Shooters you won't find on NBA highlights
I know where the bodies buried
I won't tell a soul soul

Take a bullet
Catch a body for the gang and 'nem
(Gang and 'nem)
Look the judge in the eye and
Lie for gang and 'nem (Gang and 'nem)
Since a youngin I been some ride or die shit
(Uh) i got secrets I'ma die with
Take a bullet
Catch a body for the gang and 'nem
(Gang and 'nem)
I ain't never cuttin' ties with
The gang and 'nem (Gang and 'nem)
Since a youngin I been on
That ride or die shit (yeah)
I got secrets I'ma die with (Look)

Dead homies tattooed on my skin (Man)
Stash tools in the Benz
(Man) flag blue like the wind (Man)
Blame the lean, shorty
For this bad mood that I'm in (Man)
She say she love me so I made
Her smash two of my friends (O oh)
You know I ride for my niggas
Middle finger to the opposition (F 'em)
I been the man all my life 'cause see
My pops in prison (Facts)
Not to mention I came up gettin'
Chose by lots of women (Facts)
And every time they sold their bodies
Know I got commission toxic nigga
Might just tat the skull and bones
C-IP, DoeBurger
Can't believe that my lil' brother's gone
Missed my flight that mornin'
Got his text but I missed bruh call (Missed)
If I was there
I would've caught a body like a trust fall
(yeah) or been somewhere in surgery (Uh)
Pistol closes as Glen
Can't let 'em murder me (No way)
If I go to jail and do a bid
It was for perjury (Shh)
Certainly, I swear
You'll never hear that dude told
Cross my heart and take it to the tombstone
(O oh) fre$H

Take a bullet
Catch a body for the gang and 'nem
(Gang and 'nem)
Look the judge in the eye and
Lie for gang and 'nem (Gang and 'nem)
Since a youngin I been some ride or die shit
(Uh) i got secrets I'ma die with
Take a bullet
Catch a body for the gang and 'nem
(Gang and 'nem)
I ain't never cuttin' ties with
The gang and 'nem (Gang and 'nem)
Since a youngin I been on
That ride or die shit (Uh)
I got secrets I'ma die with

It was awkward for me to be around cuz
On the real though you know what I mean?
He was mad 'cause we banged on each other
You feel me? You know it's cool after that
But that's what it was though
Soul called me like, "Man, you
You need some weed? Oh, man, come smoke"
What if he finna take my tail?
Listen, I'ma pull up
I'ma tell cuz where I'm from
And worst for worst, bro
We gon' want to squabble or go to the
Side and fight and it's gon' be cool
(Cool) 'Cause we like, "No, bro, bro
I don't want that, i don't want that"
I'm like, "You don't understand
This is politics
'Cause I'm not finna tuck my tail though
I'm on my way over there
You feel me? That's when I pushed up
Me and Q kinda cool though