Gangsta Shit's Like a Drug

Yeah again, another group collaboration From the second I get dressed to get to steepin' I'm on one Fillin' up the 4-4 if pop-po want some I ain't runnin' from a motherfucker Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer Another One Bites The Dust like the song say Bust em in the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay One day, some say, we all gon' die Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye You're on your own, give em all and go explode It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich? Ballin' tills, haulin' chickens, flossin grips I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin' with thugs Puttin' slugs in your motherfuckin' mug This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, ooh I got to bang on my enemy I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me So I'm gon' ride on they hood Leavin' nuttin' but obituaries til they get it understood You know that Squeak-Ru capped em I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em I'll be the gossip for ya block When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock The 4-5 nigga did the damage I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage And all you got was a bodybag Accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag Now you know I'm a killer You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember Mashed on your hood and got a trophy If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust And puff angel dust for the headrush I like the way the Teks spit when I'm lit I feel like "Fuck the police" and "a bitch ain't shit" Plus I represent my curb to the fullest And them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy So which lucky ho wanna be Miss Mack 1-0 You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) And live for the hood to show my love This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug Crips and Bloods, oh Rest in peace to all the soldiers We lost to this gangsta shit