Lyrics:
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
with my tee on
Beat her in the morning by the kitchen with the tea on
Thirty birds comin' in Atlanta, just like Deon
Nigga wanna argue on the net,
with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye
One minute you got
Gangsta's Paradise do chuja a on nie jest Coolio
Prawie skończył z kulką we łbie w jednym z płytkich grobów
Zmienił branżę miał już dość chciał stabilizację
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
I'm fuckin'
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
[Lil Wayne]
What?!
What?!!
Look?
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by
bitten so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By kinko, kodak, fuji films
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
Spit by him'll put the gospel
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
Aha aha
Kriso Gaca
Steel Banging
Skurw*
To ten West Coast skurwielu który gramy tu od lat
Zbyt wielu playerów byś zapomniał o nas brat
P do N gra
clothes?
You makin' it hard for me, I won't lie
But just 'cause you got options, don't mean I won't try
I sit in the mirror and let time pass by
'Cause
give me fist
Break it down like the spliff
In the beginning of a cypher
When my pop was up state
Had me talking to the lifers
I'll grip you by ya neck
girlfriend and sister
By mr. thuggish ruggish himself nigga wit big ol' nuts
Represent them st. clair cleveland soldiers don't give a fuck to get buck
To all
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
[Tite]
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
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