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Do or Die - Gangsta Shit lyrics
Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen Or we can get into some gangsta shit (Gangsta Shit) (Gangsta Shit) Chorus Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this I knew he was bluffin High of that blunt he was puffin Talkin all that shit Now his whole click sufferin Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I Shock the whole world Its just that block keep us tied in His own killer cried In the spot that he deid in Went to rest from her tears Off the blood that he died in We ridin' Just becouse It's death before dishonor An I'ma Make you bitches pay for this drama (gangsta shit) Did you say drama Snatched the extra keys To my Hummer It's simply eight niggas About to head for this drama Homicidal breakin windpipe They keep it comin Till them players like a fist fight Done turned into a shit site So when its midnight Its survival of the fitest Were nowhere near brother this 45 Nobody knows who did this Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch Smokin bees while I bump In this gangsta shit Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit Niggas we just talk like men So put your strap down All of us are killers In the set And we dont back down Do or Die for life Mutherfuckers and you know Niggas be commin with pistol When its time they dont show Niggas talk that bite What they done made And all that dumb shit Fool we done shut you down For round for round Cus you dont rush shit Throwin extra clips and all that shit And we gone waste ya Relissin naked bones up on the pavement When we face ya If a red Buick's grey'd out Forty niggas in the black streets Came out the Cain house Left a nigga lyin for dead Screamin one of his hommies names out I was thirteen rained out Couldnt see identify Two keys and fifty G's And one dead nigga off inside Now we ride Smokin bees And contimplatin Just be normal out Plus we a combination Now mark his words Paper chasin gon get you face down Whoosh With one bullet I leave you face down Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit |
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