| How do I keep it gangster till I die?
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| Here’s what I found on the web for «How do I keep it gangster till I die?»
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| All my niggas gonna ride, we don’t give a fuck
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| All we know is southside till our time is up
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| Yup, roll a few blunts when this shit get tough
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| And find a bad bitch, I need to bust a nut
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| Got to much stress, need to loosen up
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| I need to pour a cup, get the goose rushed
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| And bitch your mouth stink, get that toothbrush
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| And you better step back 'fore I do bust
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| Cause I got motherfuckin' issues
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| And I don’t give a fuck if you brought a gun with you
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| No this shit is not a fuckin' game
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| Don’t let this shit poke your brain
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| Nigga, I ain’t tryna clean the stain
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| Nigga, don’t you even make a peep
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| Don’t front like you want the beef
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| Before we have to put your ass to sleep
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| Like rock-a-bye baby
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| Is it time to die? |
| Maybe
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| Few bullets, I’ll be gravy
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| It’s fuck you, pay me
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| Living life is hard, 'specially when you come from the dark, all they say is
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| see God
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| Get pussy, get robbed, you ain’t teach us shit, blame yourself, stop hatin' on
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| the cause
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| Roll up in the 'Rar, let’s get high, you are now smokin' with the gods
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| What the fuck the odds? |
| We gon' live large, but my niggas won’t live long
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| No, this shit can’t be the end
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| Gotta die for my pride, I ain’t worried 'bout friends
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| No, you can have the jams
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| I just want a few bitches and a muthafuckin' Benz
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| Two dogs in the fence
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| Give my girl a little something so she know that she exists
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| And some kis for me to flip
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| Because I’m on some gangster shit
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| And I don’t depend on shit
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| But nigga that’s how it is
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| These little busta out here?
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| They don’t know how to act player |