This is a song about "Hulu and hang"

We hang at school and chat every night

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Sneak up on attack

Hang em' up, the dish rack/

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Now i'm in the zone

Hang up the telephone

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business