Lyrics:
in the streetlight
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives, livin' in the gangsta's paradise
better
They want me on my Mayweather
Know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess
the streetlight
Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most
in the streetlight
Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
mobbin' while we lynchin'
Stay independent, on a mission
By the way did I mention? (Keep it gangsta, nigga!)
Born gangsta, stays on the move (Move on,
Yeah, we can set it straight
Dogg Pound Gangstas nigga
Yeah we heavyweights
You got beef, we could set a date
Nigga don't hesitate
Fuckin' with you
Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
yo
It's got a hold on me
The streets won't let me go i'm in love
It takes it's toll on me
When I try to leave it alone
I can't say no to the gangsta's
the streetlight
Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our
Gangsta Music
(Verse One)
She steps on the set
She loves to get wet
She loves to get high
She stay on the move
Homie she She do
More than get by
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
Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said
walkin' down the street with two cats by her side
The one on the right Trina, the one on her left I
We in a hot poster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
run you around
Since I was young I grew
Up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta
In the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be
Gangsta so you say you gangsta what makes you gangsta how are you gangsta
Are you a man of your craft are you really here to last are you serious
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, save your
Crew, before I put
that gangsta love
And we got that gangsta loving and we got that gangsta love and we got that gangsta loving and we got that gangsta love
Boy your
Ahhh
Charge it to the game
Alone
The worse
You can hear my voice
Gangstas don't cry
Gangstas don't cry
Gangstas don't cry
I charge it to the game
I
'Tis the gift to be simple
'Tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves in the place just
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