Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit , by - C-Bo. Release date: 12.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta Shit |
| Nigga gonna respect my clique, or it’s chaos |
| Beef, ruckus: once it’s on nigga you can’t duck us |
| Motherfuckers, if you scorin' from us, don’t trust us |
| If you think about it, we made niggas, you can’t touch us |
| You bustas will want clear the set, we leave everything wet |
| Don’t give a fuck who we upset |
| That’s on the realer my nigga |
| Contracts, raps, dope dealer; |
| it’s all about the skrilla my nigga |
| From George Washington to Ben Franklin |
| I’m spankin' behind my motherfuckin bankin |
| If you thinkin of fuckin' wit' this top ranker |
| Enter murder |
| You a heavy drinker cuz I’ll serve ya, bitch nigga |
| Getcha getcha getcha game cool nigga |
| Strap up, and do what you gotta do nigga |
| I know you know, it’s all on you nigga |
| Watch me I’m dirty and don’t play by the rules nigga |
| I respect it’s do or die-a |
| And I’mma do it till I die, and get high cuz I’m a rider |
| That coke, that girl I tried her |
| That furl I can’t deny her cuz I like that fire |
| Black connection is the shit |
| U.P.T. |
| respect it bitch, it’s the gangsta clique |
| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| That calio bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit |
| That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit |
| Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent |
| Be full of that dope and full tent |
| I’m serving coc by the whole bird |
| My shit ain’t water without 7 g’s bout a bird |
| Play hard and get that serve |
| You know for sure that you heard |
| I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys |
| I give props to my world |
| What you want on your tombstone |
| Your pathetic boy, oh it’s on in the dirty south |
| You can’t afford hitting your dome in his own |
| Hang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boy |
| Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. |
| it’s B. G |
| Record company CMB |
| Thugs wanna come up and see |
| Da magnolia, the mel boys |
| CP3, I warned you, we’re outlaws |
| You can’t see me |
| I come without a stummer |
| The drivers think I’m done |
| I’m second to none |
| Get full of them blunts |
| My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em |
| The big man got jacket with my team on em |
| You get it, I’ll get with em and split em |
| Yeah, I did em, we done em, I’mma go uptown and rum em |
| w/ variations |
| Bitch me, my whole town nigga |
| Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound nigga |
| I’m a hound |
| I hunt niggas down quietly |
| Smash a potato on my knee and you pass quietly |
| A young gangsta spank ya off the top |
| Left you to hang the crop without all props |
| Do you ever hear |
| That nigga is a fool |
| One with me, twos I use, you lose |
| Killas I hang wit |
| We feel smart now |
| You ain’t shit |
| Trying to get wit me, you see me |
| No nigga can do it |
| Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it |
| I get low down a dirty |
| Off with ya head, ol dirty |
| All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz |
| Till elevated tanger |
| I’mma switin west hanger |
| Crack slanger, neck splitted |
| Kool Aid gripper |
| I’m here to deal wit cha, I can’t forget cha |
| If you beefin, then I’m creepin on ya |
| Watch your back cuz, I’ll put that streetsweeper on ya |
| If you gonna bust back, you better ask out |
| I’ll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp |
| w/ variations |