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Gangsta Music part 2 Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana Come on, man, let's do It Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere Up, down, left, right Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen Shorty do with the wind They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step I like a chick with big breasts on her chest Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest What, shit, fuck, bitch You so crazy My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow, whoa Rude boi lick a shot Never seen up in a pot, oh, so much coke Cook it to a bigga rock And I be with dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz Crack a dutch or Philly and chief chief with the gangstaz I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady They makin' me crazy And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me And I'm makin' 'em crazy And they like when I do it, they like when I move it They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda I'm movin', movin', movin' He's movin', movin', movin' We movin', movin', movin' Stop movin', shot bruise 'em Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc It's my year so It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain's was here Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it Shorty came to do it I bang with the five, I see hate in ya eyes You waitin' to die I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side You can love it, you can hate it You can want it I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again I'm a better child, you's a pedophile I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around They DTP's, deep throat professionals My D.I.P.'s, we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstasy Lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay I'm movin', movin', movin' Y'all losin', losin', losin' I'm movin', movin', movin' He's movin', movin', movin' We movin', movin', movin' Stop movin', shot bruise 'em Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc It's my year so It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain's was here I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe I don't see a touchdown, arms up field goal Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low Lil' dick, you a dick head, not dildo I chill though, pippin' in the Range All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved with they fam Ask you, tattoos on they hand Slang all the white, cruise with the tan Pink on they back, blue in they van Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock Purple in the air, green in his pocket I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you That's cool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you I'm movin', movin', movin' He's movin', movin', movin' We movin', movin', movin' Stop movin', shot bruise 'em Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc It's my year so It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain's was here