Lyrics:
stay fresh to def
Hustling to get a grip
Kuz these hoes love gangsta
These hoes love hustlers
We don't fuck with you bustas
Go getters we some
better get it if you ain't ready for war
Ain't no gangsta but boy I'm a psychopath
Fuck with the family and a nigga gon' get it bad
Throwing a tantrum
at the right time
Soon as the car door open up he mine
We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
By the look on his face he probably shitted in his
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I represent for Long
Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down,
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
I think that I need wings,
Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings
I'm not your other nigga
I do it way bigger, c'mon on baby do
(Kane)
Lyrical buckshots to gangsta hip-hop got to stop
Fuck crooked cops got this glock so try to stop
Explicit I'm on some ill shit God is my witness
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
Time go by,
Puffing on lye
I'm feeling too fly,
And that ain't even now
See I's a gangsta homie,
(I’s) I's a gangsta homie,
But it's some'ing about
munitions of war, raving mad
Shifty shenanigans , street urchin gone gangsta’ gangsta’
Transient tramp in transit lounges , a dumpster hamster
can ask
Like I’m gone off the molly way you wan try me you twerking like you Miley
Can’t let you swing right by me
So imma give you gansta gang gansta
gangsta then that’ll get em smacked up,
I been workin on myself so i ain’t really tryna act up,
Niggas talkin gangsta that’s why they try to act tough,
But
safe without my gun
30 in this bitch,
You wanna play I ain’t the one
Give a fuck if he a baby ,
I’m a gangsta GET YO SON
Niggas coked up running wild
Buddy Hield
About it, that gangsta shit, boy
We still about it ('K)
My jit wavin' the stick, he barely miss
Every time he see a nigga been hit, he say
or care if you bad
I know that your mad cuz I got what you lack
That's gangsta, That's gangsta
Wanna see mine? Ok imma show you mine
Check this out
Yeah,
on business, trenches 'ready know that
Throw that nigga on a jersey, turn 'em to a throwback
Yeah that opp he was a gangsta, he ain't even hold back
Nigga stood
playing Gangsta but told the laws my name
Imma solid lil nigga ain't no fraud on my cards
Still the same Nigga that's was trapping outta stolen cars
[Intro]
This song is dedicated to my favorite rapper!
[Verse 1]
Independent right from the start,
Always keep it gangsta but you know he’s smart,
forgive. It's cause my moms was a gangsta and my pops was the devil. Appearin' well put together, but at night it was hell holes. Don't get me wrong me
dangerous where they at
Pray they never end up wacked, i aint tryna end up like durk an von
But the reaper he a mufucka, biggest gangsta of us all
Police
mentally challenged, it's stunna
Premeditated, I blew the brains out
And left it with scrilla
Presidential elected king of the
Streets by the gutter
With
and everything that done made him
Jit can sell everything, he gon' get it gone
None by his side
Swear to God he would risk it all
And he don't got a name
He gon'
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