Lyrics:
to kill
That shit crazy, that shit deep and that shit steep but that shit real, uh
Let these niggas know 3-1-3 to the 4-1-4
Five spots on the block,
live your life (Live it up)
Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
[Styles - Verse Three]
I'm leavin out
deep like Calvin Reed
Imma hard to kill gangsta like Shitty Shangalang
That rose back from the dead so stay on top of your game
Element of Surprise when
dawg
Fo u made it off the Porch
I said it
I said it I said it
Say I said it
I said it I said it
I aint never claim gangsta
I just do what gangstas do
I
You going to be dead by the first 48
My niggas pull up with three 38's
Run up on the gang get shot in the face
My niggas don't play got rugers
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
[Silkk]
Wassup, wassup?
Straight up muthafuckin' gangsta (muthafuckin' gangsta)
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Bitch I'm'a killa for reala
that's no joke
Nigga don’t test me like a pop quiz
Bitch i’d pop up like it’s 3D
Nah nigga i ain’t three deep
Nigga iont need no shooter with me
Been that shooter
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany's,
to hide
I want the world to see,
I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggas do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See
The ones that dress just like me
But I keep it gangsta
Verse 3 (Conejo)
No silent nights been gettin noisy
Cuz people overdosing on this potent poison
In
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
deep 'cause a nigga playing the backseat
We won't get beat, so run up and get sweeped
By a young motherfucking ass nut
We whoop your ass and make your
that's flowin inside
But I'ma keep it gangsta for life
Every time you look in my eyes
I know you see no surprise
The pain that's flowin inside
But I'ma
3
All black shades like Eazy E
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was a gangsta, that's the G
Yo, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the S.C.C.
I only got three words to say:
South Central Madness
Hoo-ridin in the Central, yeah, the gangsters
to hide
I want the world to see,
I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggas do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See
This record goes out to all you fake ass,
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.
Put on a suit and tie
protect y'allself,
'cause I'ma take a journey to that three and I'ma start in the Melph
Chorus (UNLV):
From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio....
I carry
in dem trenches yea deep in dem roots
spit fiyah am a dragon, ya brain disk laggin
and facebook tagging,internet gangsta's internet banging
got
Right back at cha!
Uh, 3 Times!
Let these fools know they fuckin' wit' Mobb Life!
You know, BA, Mr Kamakazie
Keek Da Sneak, Sneaky One
Ager Man,
Intro
(David Banner)
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
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