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Correct What Gangsta's Do Lyrics
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Correct What Gangsta's Do
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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler What gangstas do for money 187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see Yo, I'm down to do whatever I wants money, the powers, the shit, nigga I need dollar shit 'til I win the lotto, bitch My motto is to get rich Hustler make things all right connected on our flight You need the Gs and keys over in the car Drove back all night, won't do nuttin' for some ass While I will do anything for some cash Fuck the police, now I from city fresh off a copper's ass What you gon do when the bills don't come And what you gon' do when it's time to lay it down This nigga don't give a fuck 'bout nuttin' But dollar dollar bills y'all, the real y'all I'm tryin' to get a mil y'all I cost these things that I can afford that I want You calls for the Cadillac with the 5th wheel And I'm up in the trunk So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask I be blastin', I'm gonna get the cash by any means The stash plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your eyes When you see me on the creep What gangstas do for money 187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see Yo, I'm down to do whatever Them niggaz that feel us, be the killas and dealers Witness my shit, nigga, strong arm for skrilla Top yo mama for a dollar, gangstas do what we gotta Back the coke sell the powder for the money and power No Limit rider, bitch don't make me sayin' no lotta If it's over my loot, I shoot and never miss But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip Nigga down to do some work, put in work, make it hurt Take my hollow chips, wipe 'em with my T-Shirt Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and fame Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds mention my name Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay true to the game If it ain't about the paper, we just can't understand If you ain't scared Better get somewhere when I pull this trigger We some seven figure military minded niggaz What gangstas do for money 187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see Yo, I'm down to do whatever Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm street smart But I don't play by the rules, nigga move 'til we get caught You know I'm 'bout my mail, nigga can't you tell P gon' get me out of jail, nigga, he goin' for the bail But I'm a sleep in my cell 'til they call my name And niggaz rappin' to me all night 'cause of all this fame Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me, he was hella tight I'm told 'em someone get out, they came for a light They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck But I'm 'bout to bail you out, so y'all niggaz stay up escape Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause that's me What you gonna do when you get outta jail I rather be sayin' dumb shit, than sit here What do you consider that Smokin' green with my niggaz and cleanin' my strap What gangstas do for money 187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see Yo, I'm down to do whatever What gangstas do for money 187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see Yo, I'm down to do whatever
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