Dat Be Dem Lyrics - Singles - Fredro Starr

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about 

Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them 

Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them 

Firestar move deep like the mob and them 

America mafia dot com and them 

(Yo, dat be dem) 

The wild life, livin it up 

You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up 

(Yo, dat be dem) 

Late nights, I-95 

Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side 

(Yo, dat be dem) 

Shots howl, rollin wit kings 

Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed 

(Yo, dat be dem) 

Goin uptown, coppin a war 

Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door 

Word up 

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about 

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about 

Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them 

Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them 

Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them 

Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them 

(But, dat be dem) 

After-party, sexin wit chicks 

Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch 

(But, dat be dem) 

Dice games 4,5,6 

Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks 

(But, dat be dem) 

The bartender hold me a gat 

Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back 

(But, dat be dem) 

Riker's Island, H.T.M 

On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they 

Timbs 

Word up 

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about 

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about 

Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them 

My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them 

Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them 

Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them 

(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM 

Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them 

(Dat be dem) 

Glassware, cookin up drugs 

In the club lost, lookin for love 

(Dat be dem) 

A hundred fans, chasin them down 

Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now 

(Dat be dem) 

Takin holes, a coke and ya grow 

Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes 

We them killas that you read about 

Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out 

Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out 

Takin other people money is what we all about