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(feat. Major Figgas) |
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[Dutch:] Put two trees on mine |
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[Spade:] Okay home boy |
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[Dutch:] So gangsta |
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[Gilly:] Gangsta! |
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[Spade:] An A+, we gon' stay up |
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[Dutch:] I said get back nigga |
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[Spade:] This shit gangsta |
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[Chorus: Dutch (Gilly)] |
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Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta (Gangsta!) |
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Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta |
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You know whats up (CMR) |
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You niggas can't fuck wit us (Figga for life) |
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Cause everytime we drop its gangsta, so gangsta |
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[Spade] |
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We gon, keep it gangsta and drop it like its hot cause |
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Muh-fuckas ain't gon' rock it if its not |
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You say them whores modelin, them whores swallowin |
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When you in the Bently Azure with the Halogens |
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We CMR so hunnies see the bling and we |
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Out the car screamin money ain't a ting |
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Throwin hundreds out the window, blowin on some endo |
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CL, spendin Sprewell's on the Benzo |
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[Gilly] |
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I never claim to be the toughest or the hardest nigga |
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But you know I ain't the softest nigga |
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What you want a coffin nigga? |
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Philly baller like A.I., I stay fly |
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Hit a nigga with three, but not from the key |
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From the Desert E hand gat |
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You get your mans clapped (when?) |
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When I pop up on his ass like anthrax |
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So who you ridin with? And who you slidin with? |
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If it ain't the Kid and them bitch get ridda him |
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I'm so gangsta! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Chops] |
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You catch Dirty at the dice game |
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Bets hittin the concrete |
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When the bricks and bones meet |
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Jags gettin new sneaks |
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Chrome dip size 20 on the feet |
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Plus the name gettin stiched in the Coach butter seats |
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Where I'm from we get tossed birds, never cross words |
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Act tough get your wig bust with the Mossberg |
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Philly nigga, four stars, I'm high rank |
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Played the pie, now I grind sellin denk countin bank nigga |
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[Dutch] |
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If you ain't got shit |
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Lemme here you scream life is a bitch (its a bitch) |
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If you ever hadda take a niggas shit (gimme that shit!) |
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Put your gun in the air and wave it (yeah) |
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Yeah, yeah like that |
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Man I ain't listen to pop but I listen to Pac |
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Once again its Dutchman with Spade to the you-know |
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You know you know what you don't want |
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Dutchman sittin in your crib with the pump bitch! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Ab Liva] |
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Its beautiful when gangstas meet |
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See I had to learn, watch craw slow |
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Gangsta to the crossroads |
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I speak in codes |
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Got the foresight for soft white |
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The yay brighter than them Porsche lights |
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(With poor sight) Thugs fall victim to the jakes |
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On my block (was on all night like a portch light) |
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You niggas is borin, I'm snorin, ignorin |
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Your cars' on Drexlers, my shit on Jordans |
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Two three, who we, heartfelt |
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I riddle my life over looseleaf, heartfelt |
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I scribble my life over looseleaf, thugs relate |
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Bout to break the thin line between love and hate |
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Thugs debate, glocks show, caskets come |
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Shots blow past, half masked, flags is up |
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Drop low fast, too late, gasp it up |
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So gangsta how I hit you bastards up |
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[Chorus x2: to fade] |
