Lyrics:
wanted, for sho'
In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows
Just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Checking all my traps and all my hoes
Life is, too short,
bad attitude, a red jacket, AK
A son of a gun
I gave a fuck since the first day
I'm a Ryda
Can't you tell by the black lokes?
An OG thug
Can't you tell
both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah, I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga, run up, knockout, he gon'
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped
Once upon a time not long ago
4 way befo da dayz I wuz known 2 flow
I wuz showin str8 luv in da beach
Hugz frum da freaks
Even by tha thugz wit
on my homie
An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me
Look deep into the eyes of your motherfucking killer
I want you to witness your
Rich and infamous with the blue and grey Pumas
Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami
I did all that, I was voted my candy
I'm sorta like Sammy
Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami
I did all that, I was voted [Incomprehensible]
I'm sorta like Sammy
Smoother than Marvin, I need me a Tammy
a life shatter like a glass jaw
Look like the devil gettin just what he axe for when the gas draw
They want to blame it on the gangs but it's a bigger
I'm a Motherfucking Monsta
Oooh Word
Get 'em
Man this shit is not a love song
This a gangsta nigga hood nigga thug song
This a run up
taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order
We ready for tha
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all
we were
Gangsta so we never did get a chance
To prove to anybody how much good we
Had inside of us all they heard
About was how drive bys and how many
in my hood were killed
Thinking why I got a 9 in my pocket for real? (listen)
It's gotta be a better life than this
I mean kids shouldn't have to go
from me
Never gangsta nikka
Yous just a dummy
You wanna find me
I'm out tha Westend
Off on Patterson
By mosquito bend
You can meet me there
And bring
- 4 fives
Snatch uh' nigguh soul you don't need to life
Big ol guns how we gone ride
Handguns too 6,7,8 nines
(You don't feel me though)
Foreign
transparent, I won't lie and be all fake about it on the 'Gram (wow)
Saying my life picture perfect then cry about it (wah, wah, wah, wah)
Cuz if I did then I
you're an immature girl at 30 years old, at 30 years old
So, pass me the ball I'm a young girl who's writing by herself this gangsta flow
I believe in
a selfie
A selfie
Screaming out fuck love can somebody help me
Somebody help me
I just need you by my side hoping that you down to ride
I'm a real Gangsta
I can't fuck a bitch too good cus she gon wanna know my whereabouts
I'm chilling in my hood I'm by myself having a smoke out
Make sure he understood
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