Lyrics:
through the evening but still
you think by now she would call it a night
but Santa's little Mrs. won't be back until the morning light
It's Christmas Eve
around mother fucker! (ya!)
Volume 2 - Ryde or Die, BIATCH!
Gangsta nigga and we gon' rock this mother fucker, you dig me?
(Fo' sho' baby!) We the square
Ruff Ryders, Ruff Ryders
Ryde or Die Volume 2 (Tugboats)
It's the second time around motherfucker
Volume 2 Ryde or Die Biatch
Gangsta Nigga
mind it
619 to the 213 Got hoes waiting at the double tree
They all know what its bout to be when they come around me and KLG
Gangsta shit lost in
BGs sellin' drugs
Drought 'round Hollygrove, key need me to flood
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don't be alarmed, for
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with
got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' bitches is mad
Eve got the shit and smash
S be the ghost, double R what
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
with the gangsta shit
Y'all don't wanna - fuck around with the gangsta shit
Fuck around with the gangsta shit
[Scarface]
I refuse to be shorted, I
(that ain't gangsta)
You'd call me an animal if you seen me livin' on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
When I walk
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppingtags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppin tags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
role model
Forget tha trap, all tha 9's an tha choppas
Insted of gangstas we could use some more doctas
I can be ya role model
Fuck bush or whateva
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now
Like adam & eve dawg
Im on a different level floating
Through a different heaven
Mine is chromium yours rhodium
We holding different metals
I be
on that six-four Impala shit
She from Compton just like me
Caramel wit extensions just like Eve
She want to go to a Knicks game, sit next to Spike Lee
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah
Yeah
The only time I feel alive is when I'm deep in your soul
I love being by myself, but I don't want you
Gangsta nigga
And we gonna rock this motherfucker, you dig me (for sure baby)
We done square rooted the motherfucking streets (for sure baby)
Double R,
to say is this the cross road of subjection
Is what a price to pay on the eve of destruction
Who am I to say many are fallen by way of deception
How can
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
by a gangsta nigga
800 We banging with it and ready for any mission
As a jitt I keep the rod but ain’t no shit bout fishing
Infatuated with the glizzy
We the best, you and I, competition
Nah, we got them by a land slide
Up in the G5, drunk off of love,
Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky
I
grinning ear-to-ear
Cause Santa soon will be on his way
With flying reindeer and a big, red sleigh
But Christmas Eve comes first, not Christmas Day
Just stay
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