Lyrics:
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Look at my life (look at my life)
Look at my life, I'ma gangsta
(gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
Look at my life (look at my life)
Look at my life,
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
We the best, you and I, competition
Nah, we got them by a land slide
Up in the G5, drunk off of love,
Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky
I
gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here
Then they start to actin fake
Im in a class all by myself
Im on a top floor with no neighbors
An i get so fuckin high sometimes
I don't hear what they
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
The piece the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with
Lil Haitian Gotti like that there yeah
Yeah
The only time I feel alive is when I'm deep in your soul
I love being by myself, but I don't want you
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
Hva vil de ha mayne? Mer gangsta shit
Hva kan jeg gi dem? Mer gangsta shit
You can tell by the way that he walks
By the way that he talks this mayne
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches
Ah yeah
Uh uh
Ah yeah
The remix
You think you know struggles don't you
You think you know gangstas don't you
So that means you'll fuck anyone up
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
Tryna better self that's a gangsta move
Working on your health is a gangsta move
Clearing up the mind is a gangsta move
Being a man about his word
Hook
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty when they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin’ twerk somethin’ girl move that body when you
the best, you and I, competition
Nah, we got them by a land slide
Up in the G5, drunk off of love
Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky
I never thought
died
Red dot, head top, now he out his mind
Ak store always open if you gotta hide
You think you seen it all, you never seen a gangsta cry
Blood
It's down south hustlin' music, yeah, Rich, boy, soon as I step up in the club I hit my
gangsta walk, I hit my gangsta walk, I Hit my gangsta walk,
Intro
(David Banner)
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
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