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Correct Dat's Gangsta Lyrics
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Correct Dat's Gangsta
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[u-god] Brand new magnetic killah hill scorches Monster talk bosses, spank em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for blood money riches Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker Arch-crime hitler, lurking with the lifter Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam! Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash D-up, burn brother for the real..fast Terrible lung split frame for reala One-man go low hit man guerilla Whispering there something of a thriller, killer Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff Dirty tombs diggin you and my duty Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty Truly yours golden arms new york native Talk, shankin my mouth now gangsta walk [chorus: u-god] (effect)..rock! dats gangsta..what? Dats gangsta (effect) rock! rock on dats gangsta..what? ! [u-god] When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct I fuck this mic like some big mike slut Put your big shoes on now walk your struts Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? right? Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts Untenable thrust plus that hammerhead busts Once I splash acapella wind shaft This sick wild behavior can't shield from the blaast! Thrash mash the pedal now dash Outta town slangin two bricks in my stash Sound cage of rage livinthat status That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest You heard it here first one verse then you're caught Everybody jumpin out gangsta walk rock [chorus : u-god] [ u-god] Raw, cold winds energize rebels All our doors swingin killing floor level Explode code of silence my violence you respect Liver than flesh that this mic head the best Veteran chest never say die never say rest The hang time derange in this rap game divine Now change of the range bang with gansta our line Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome Define we pro dynamo Im still scalpin The body countin rhyme drop put it on kill now Toil your girl in your cadillac seville chill Golden arch stolen heart no Im robbin fed Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin [chorus: u-god]
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