| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen
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| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin
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| Why y’all can’t leave us alone?
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| Might catch me crusing on SV
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| With an L, pop in my rear view, blowin an L
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| I drive a Rolls Roice, no licance
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| You just wanna stand and chant like Tyson
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| Even weak poets wanna snatch the road
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| But I light your ass up like a BBQ coll
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| Listen close
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| Gangstas run the town
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| And have your ass in the trunk, how’s that sound?
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| Hope niggas have life, not shuvvle dirt
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| Do you like Eightball, bloody your shirt
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| Bring a black truck with some plastic bags
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| Cause kids like easy, buried in dust
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| Slang that shit like the feds want us
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| So what you wanna do?
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| Get you with the gat or the pistol, either way it’s official
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| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen
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| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin
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| Why y’all can’t leave us alone?
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| When my clique slide through, we put clips inside you
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| Bring dama, Spark Boys, Osama Boys
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| You ain’t seen a couple of us beamin
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| When it hit you it flip you
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| I’m the bitch in the Vanilla Ostrich
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| 2 seats, 1 for me, and 1 for the heat
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| My skills are respectable, delivery’s so federal
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| And my motherfuckin time is impecable
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| I’m mob related, call me
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| G bitches do G shit, they run these streets
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| Love us like royalty, the black Jacki-O
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| Show loyalty hoe, bow down and touch the road
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| Rocks they glow, look like street lights
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| Earloabs are pretty though, niggas love us
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| They base say so, leave niggas with they face off
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| Even if we pick 6, the judge is payed off
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| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen
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| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin
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| Why y’all can’t leave us alone?
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| Old rappers lay the crown down
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| It’s that new boy
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| Yes I’m deticated to destroy
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| Any motherfucker who dealin
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| Put your money on it, I prove that it’s stolen
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| You can spit 16, from the clip to the lip
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| Watch your whole body burn to your lips
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| I ain’t joking, I’m serious, niggas need to know
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| The only thing I know is rap, clappin and hoes
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| Forfit, just go rest in this game
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| How you gon win? |
| We controling the game
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| Lyrically from the mic, all the way to the K
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| If it ain’t fast bucks, get in the right lane
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| We them gangstas, don’t stop ballen
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| Gangstas, don’t stop thuggin
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| Why y’all can’t leave us alone? |