Lyric Hangin out

["It s not the way to do it!"]
[gunshots]
["Shut up bitch!"]
["Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!"]
["You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge."]
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]

Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin on the corner, lookin real sporty
Coolin with the fellas while downin a 40
Nothing to do, just killin time
Sittin on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin a buzz, feelin kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, till my luck was out
So the bitches walked by and my dick popped out
Rankin on the bitches hanging in the street
It s feedin time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this dick, make me just say please
You know how it s done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin , jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin , I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don t fuck with the Kid while I m hangin out!

(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)

Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Me and my nigga, rollin hard
Hangin out, the whole nine yards
I m smokin a fat one, takin a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And bitches clownin , cryin and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin real hard in a six-tre ( 63)
Motherfuckin punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can t fuck with me; I m wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I m out on the street
So, motherfucker, what s up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I ll solve em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don t fuck with me while I m around in the back
I m always strapped when I m hangin out!