Lyrics:
multiple bitches
It's a new law keep a hold of yo riches
Dumb nigga don't spend it as soon as you get it and recognize I'm a captain you a lieutenant
on the board
Is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)
They send us off to war
Kill our kids and got paid to America
Open yo' eyes
(for real) these niggas played
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
the goons
Sellin' out the club
Fish scale tour
Ain't what you thought it was
This bitch is sold out (4x)
[Verse 1]
This Yo Gotti
Mic check 1, 2
I love you
Yeah, you know what it is right?
You'kno’m'sayin', Mic Messiah
JuJu Mob nigga
I’ll smack that trucker hat the
Fuck off ya head man yo, this nigga
To each is own, beats keep it authentic
Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick!
[Irv Gotti (Vita)]
Yeah that's right Gangsta Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)
What
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you
from the 'bridge so you know where I'm from
The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so motherfuck how you figure
Step the fuck
the wall trick
If you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo ass over
Pump in tha banner yea!
It'll be fabulous if you leave
'cause I'm tryin to stomp your
don't know karate, but I know crazy
You'd better ask somebody
And when I do dirt, jerk
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
[Yo-Yo]
I'm the type of girl
And I want you to know
That I think it's all a
Great big one-sided event (Uh, huh)
If I had my way (Uh)
I'd put you all in the electric chair yo
Who
the gangsta lean
[Kool Keith]
You know they small time Tim yo, I blew they cover
I'm bigger than that, I bought them minks for they mother
Willie Bigs
Yeah so motherfucking hood
It's your uncle Snoop D O Double G oh weee
You know how we do it on the west coast
West west yo, diggy diggy diggy diggit
stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap Dresta in the dash yeah,
Hook:
guaranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha
of the motherfucking triple six
I'm the first one to call a hit on yo' fucking crew
I'm the one who got you whacked, 'cuz you fucked with Gangsta Boo
I'm the one who
Good life, good life yeah
(Doing 150 on the highway)
Good life, good life oh
(In a six gangsta bitch, sitting sideways)
Good life, good life
sushi boy
Next time you even say my
Syllables ima do you boy
Show you how some real gangsta
Shit could quickly pop off
As soon as yo mouth shoot off my
Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
Motha fucka tell yo mama
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I
Well do the right thing, blow a nigga out his Nikes
She married to The Game, that's wifey
Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee
P in
dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
lets keep this shit straight G
and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
ya heard me
[Master P]
We
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
tryin to see Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you bitch 'cause I'm playin for keeps, slip
not your average every day type of n
I'm anti-shy I satisfy like a Snicker
Kick you in the right spot hit
You with my best shot
Six o'clock meet me by
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