Lyrics:
runnin,
fuck up us by them thug life control
How should the thugster
Must be in the area
Outlaw does the law
Dept on the gangsta
When's Ital Joe
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas
that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
That'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's
name
Scream my name, scream my name
Scream my name, scream my name
In the club doin' my thing,
At the bar just sippin' a drink,
You walked by in those
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
This a motherfuckin crime scene
I'm bussin on the law my nigga by any means
So crank me up
If you a gangsta you need to crank this up
If you don't give
step on step on by
(you gotta keep steppin on)
Step on, step on, step on step on by
Pimp daddy gangsta stroll
Drinks on me, Visa Gold
Cause the game's
tell you no lie
People ain't gon' be real
Do your best and get by
Get by, get by like
Ooo child
Life is gonna get real
I can tell you no lie
People
the room
I'm a drive by vibe, a drive by vibe
I'm a killer ride, a killer ride
Know you like my sound, I go vroom
Make you the hottest in the room
I'm
Scene kids / Ghetto jeans / Gangstas / 40's and the bling bling sidekicks rollin with the cleanest feel
Shorties / Homies / Hollywood, / Moscow, /
symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could
Como dice Gezzy, nigga, I'm the gangsta's choice
Por más que griten, cabrones, acá no llega el noise
Llegaron los tiburones, recójanse los Koish
We can trade words or get in some gangsta shit
ain't the type of nigga that be comin up and then fall
Keep a couple of nines in my drawls when I'm
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
and my Rolex when I'm flexin'
Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check 'em
See this gangsta shit, stuntin' to perfection
Nigga better
when the girls go by is,
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil'homies be easy
83
Did my first drive by, when I was only 8
And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase
In the blue IROC
I had the cops on my jock
Cos I
whole record label, can't fuck with me by far
Motherfuck a Black Mario, that's your G
You 26 selling dope, but can't move OZ
J Dogg you ain't a Hogg, so I
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
poleci Gangsta's Paradise
Rzuca się znowu na pasach cham ale jaki Pan kurwa taki Kram
To jest Jotena
Na mojej mordzie już nie ma zwątpienia
W klimpie już
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