Lyrics:
picked on O. Mobsta Bass bomb
Another gangsta from the funk farm
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By the are, muthafucka, who stated
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Hip Hop
Nan life'al nodiddini yalla tharadh Hit Flop
Sangeeta yudda madodikke shatha siddha
Naa kannadada Gangsta anta prasidda
Naa madodh noorak nooru
Shit, being rich, being rich is gangsta
Feel me
Cuz you got the freedom, you got the ability to, you know what I'm saying, look out for the whole
Alright I'm ready
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
For life, for life
(I like that) gangsta shit
(We gon') real smooth, you dig?
The big boss dogg
fast, the upper class
Went from low life to a brother with cash
[Bad Azz]
Spending all of my time and like half my cash
Went from smoking dimes
when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta, Gangsta," that's what
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
I've been worried about my son and his damn health
My babies breathing more important than some damn wealth
I've been winning against the world by my
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
lyin'
My whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy
Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip
Coolin' in class
Thinking damn Aretha too
Who next to go?
Me and you?
Life ain't been the same
Since Prince let it rain
Chucc the deuce on everything
hear it all the time shady get me get me one
So from ashy to flashy I service they life
And make them my wife but keep the warranty on the side
Cause
or leave me if you so desire (uh)
Go do your thing but as your king that be my only right (right)
I'll take the charges by my lonely, such a lonely life
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who we are)
You know being a gangsta
Has got it's pros
a M, he facing Life with star witnesses
He ready to slam his fall potnahz Just for BV a lighter bid
Thought he was gangsta til he folded, when he felt
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Spotlight lights just my life and time
Okay, I got me a sweet bitch
So I'm headed to N.Y. just to be up in it
Off
at homeboy?
Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealas
Now where it's goin' down?
Now where it's at homeboy?
Represent until the day that I die for life boy
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Vory, what up?
You know what it is
When you hear that
Haan
Coke Boys
Yeah (Montana)
Gangsta Grillz
I come from the gutter, I'm a project
to the ground only to the sky
Do what you gotta do just to get by
Make sure you have an alibi
We sip and we smoke that La
You can’t be shy
When you born in
up with 5 or more pounds, I take em
If niggas could stop cappin in they raps
Then on my life I'll pay em
And wassup with all these lil gangsta rats
Nigga don't fuck around
And lose your life
About something you don't
Even care about
Yeah I said it
All my charges
First degree
Man I'm like
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