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Gansta Zone/Machete Reloaded [Single] (Daddy Yankee) · Best in Gansta Hip Hop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Shit (Jon Cougar Concentration Camp) · Big Fat Box of Shit (Crotchduster) · The Shit Split (Blatz) · How I Learned to Stop Giving a Shit and Love Mindless Self Indulgence (Mindless Self Indulgence) · The Shit Split (Blatz) · Eat Shit, You Fucking Redneck (Pigface) · Mystical Shit/Fluting on the Hump (King Missile) · Live Shit: Binge & Purge (Metallica) – and 77 other albums »

keep it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta why'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
(chorus) {4:11}
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other
[Master P]

(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X)

When i die nigga don't want to go to hell though
I been out
my fuckin 9.
Because I ain't the one to be fucked with,
And you know that the p don't take no bull shit.
But I live kinda strange,
But you know there
can I have enjoyment 
throughout my life 
say mo shit 
knowin MC Mac don't love no bitch 
because if I loved them 
I can't trust em 
breakin this rocks
well I give
P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run

Can't explain the way I felt
Too many years I seen my brothers die
And I can't say that shit was really that fly
But I used to gangbang when I was younger
of time
Back when I first laced the wax with rhymes
It was eighty sa'en, I was a crazy sa'en
Niggas tried to diss the Bridge I came bustin'
Even quoted Doug
[Wyclef Jean]
Wyclef, chillin with Angie
Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby

[Chorus: Wyclef]
Suavemente, be-sa-me
Angie Martinez,
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
That's loud and unbendin'
I spend my time healin' and mendin', together
It's a question of whether live positive well I give
P-Nut joins our back,
Die brannewyn en coke slat weer n keer
Yo tjek daai sker in die pvc
Hot-pants lekker B.P.P.
'Binne-poes-pienk' aan die moerefokken brand
met one
Now spin the Wheel of Fortunes or be wise and stay back
Co-host my show, like Pat and don't Sa-jak shit
or get ate like oats and barley
The factories still churning out
Of that there's not a single doubt
There's more snide shit from their flea pits
They couldn't give a fucking shit
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on

Talib Kweli-Verse 1:

It's a funky sen-sa-tion ain't it?
I'm havin a conversation wit'cho imagination