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    "Gangsta Gangsta" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap

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    What, nigga, Black [censored] Fam
    Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard
    Listen up

    Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right
    You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me
    You know the history of the guys with me? Extortion, kidnappin'
    Murder in the first, niggaz live to die
    Hungry and they blood thirst, my Dunn guns the worst
    We can get it to poppin' off like July the 4th
    On any day of the month bitch we get it to jump
    Black [censored] Fam, my niggaz ain't scared to dump
    So what the fuck you want beef for, you squeamish
    Start to hyperventilate you see a nigga start to hemorrhage
    [censored] Fam don't start shit, we regret the finish
    Bitch nigga, we really live this, we mean business
    We even got teachers in the school where your kids is
    Nannies inside where your cribs is
    Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is
    Black {*censored*}, secret society bitch
    You get found with the fishes

    Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's
    Blood all over the nice Mauries
    Stutterin' bitch, who you know spit more gutter than this?
    Smack a nigga with the butt of the fifth
    We guerillas and thugs in the midst
    Was cold before I flooded the wrist
    Big heist shit, blood on the bricks
    Bag it up, bubble the strip
    One days work, a couple of whips
    Then more than double the chips
    Supreme Queens nigga with a BK click
    You just a weak fake bitches whatever nigga the heat spray quick
    Y'all niggaz can't do shit but peep the gray wrist
    CGP in the face of your chick, comin' f'real with it
    Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it
    No matter who the fuck you are, you can still get it
    Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it
    Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it

    We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta)
    Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta shit (gangsta gangsta)
    You a nigga or a bitch keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta)
    Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these fuckin gangstas get

    Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life
    Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife
    Bitch prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle
    Shit make dough, that's my bubble
    No one's project beef, that's my struggle
    I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle
    Who the fuck wanna fire at me?
    For every shot a nigga shoot, my mac-11 firin three
    You got wars, nores, lazy {?}
    Et cetera, Black Fam, we bang harder
    Bandana Montana streetsweep carver
    Shots connect, your bones I disconnect
    Bring your skull back home like I bone collect
    One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed
    Tasmania, Brooklyn that's my set
    Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck

    I dare anybody play like Lazy Mike
    Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight
    Take flight to Queens with your fake ice
    Pull you out the back of the trunk
    And put your face in the brake light
    You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself
    But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad
    Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad
    You runnin' round with the same heart that Steel had
    I'm the best, I don't give a fuck who said so
    Have you dope fiend like Lazy, let go
    Don't get your head gassed off my nice chain, word to my mother
    I done lost half your life in a dice game
    I don't brag shit, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen
    I want the green the fame shit is for suckers
    I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin' to touch ya
    Bitch nigga recognize that or learn to suffer

    [Chorus x3]
    This song was submitted on December 18th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Dwight Grant, Kanye West, Kanye Omari West, Ricardo Brown.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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