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Correct Gangstafied Lyrics
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[Chorus:] Mo B. Dick We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know) We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas) We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed) We Gangstafied [Kane] Wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing It was mamma I wanna slang So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring Roll through the hood on them gold thangs Now it's world war 3 in them streets Ain't gone never have enough police Picture I relax, relate, release Like this all my homies rest in peace Disrespect this, put youin the mix Whopping out that tec grip Running through your click like busting on you like death wish Spinning your head like the exorcist (*Smack*) that's a death kiss Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies (Scandalous) Like Robin Givens (And dangersous) Dead that's how we living Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church. Putting in work spitting game on your Boo Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt I'm tru Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on c*** Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind Playa [Chorus:] [Master P] Time to chop some game with the ballers It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks. Myblock be crazy my homey pushing dasies Never had a chance to see his unborn baby Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac 4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm hitting him in the back Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones Label me a thug like Pac, Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks I'm slanging these tapes we banging Steady hanging on the block Keep product in my socks ready to rock Open up shop cause it all good (all good) Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied [Chorus:] [Abel] It wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing Down here it's mama I wanna gang bang Wearing that red and blue start lying Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs No peace, Got nothing live for, Deceased By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack) Pull the hammer back (That the last) Live fast and watch them die slow You know I really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover Can't remember the last time I was sober (Whoop Whoop) that's the Po Pos Gotta watch those, The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve Took my money and my herb Every player that on my team got a laser beam Knock your head off, steal your dream Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me While you do you jury duty I put my hands on my bruh and we still live Cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied [Mo B. Dick] Soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied [Chorus x3]
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