Lyrics:
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
get to it when I get to it
This that weed-blowin', lean-pourin', real gangsta music
He know I'm familiar with the brick by how my wrist movin'
Throw
(uh-uh)
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil' Weezy (Weezy, baby)
Switchin' it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck (yeah)
Oh, I already see what it is
He thinks he's a gangsta
Mr. Collipark
You think you gangsta
'Cause you did time
Well, listen here, gangsta
Don't cross
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
Get mad when I flip out
I kill my adversaries, my enemies
My competition
Yeah, yo, yo
By the stroke of my hand, words out my pen
You really want this
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know who)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow
mothaf***, it's like that
10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside
All from the turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side
Where
out there
This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down
It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound
Pull up in the monster just look
the river wit some cement shoes
You could sleep with the fishes
Niggas actin' funny so I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the bitches
We could handle
songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes
nigga
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now get it nigga!
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
it, flip it, flip it)
Whoa, before you know
You'll have everything you wanted
And plus a lil' mo', before you know
You'll have everything you wanted
Me and Lil Wayne keep it real like we supposed to
It's a few niggas carros (???) that i get close to
Any other I put a slug above their shoulder
It
bitches love the gangstas, and the motherfuckin' purps
Lil' baby love to shake it in my face, she like the moves
She love to throw it in the club, to my
you dummied give it time
O' been uh gangsta he the type to let it fly
I hit Lil' Bruh Lil' Bruh gon Slide
Straight up
Lil' Bruh coming thru wit that
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh
I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
[Chorus 1 - Lil' Flip (Lil' James)]
You on point James (I'm on point Flip)
You act bad James (I act bad Flip)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got
the crib she wanted
I'm not a gangsta but I hustle just to get me something
Just throw me a bag and watch I flip it, I won't fumble
Catch plays for a living,
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