| Gotta watch my back to see these niggas got it fucked up
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| But I keep my heater on me daily, nigga what’s up? |
| You’re fucked up!
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| Then put these shells with the .9 Nina
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| Releasin' vapors on that ass like Biz
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| This like not misdemenaour
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| So take notes I skit throats up of a rhyme byter
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| Bump your bitch
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| Just spliff her on 'em all nighter
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| Gangsta haters
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| Can’t stand to see me comin'
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| With this Tec-9 creepin' nigga and straight up dumpin'
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| Now let’s roll
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| Until you loose control
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| Steady reachin' for the sky watch this game unfold
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| For this real Eastside Rida man, it’s all about that cheddar
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| Tryin' to live my life better
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| Tryin' to buy them fly sweaters
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| Throw the Macs in the cut
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| Keep it right, keep it strong tight
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| Never loose my head as I be dead keep my game right
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| In the city there’s no pity
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| So I exercise my game
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| Better watch your front cause I be back
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| Crippin' it up again
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| Up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| Lord have mercy on the young black
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| I shoot up shit with the Tec then where my pride at?
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| My will is empty all I do is 'pose I’m daydreamin'
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| I’ve seen it all but couldn’t tell you what life mean
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| What’s my purpose?
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| What’s a city, hittin' and hurt and suffer
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| I show no love for these
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| Busta-ass motherfuckers
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| Convicted fellow a criminal mind that they can’t get a job
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| So when I’m home we do our starve to death row or robs
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| Oh my god
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| I only call on you when I need ya
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| You know a nigga get you high back before he feature
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| The only child runnin wild still on parole
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| I got a son he don’t know me
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| And he’s 12 years old
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| Sadness and madness, they hurt me in the worst ways
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| The Jury say I missed all my son birthdays
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| Moment of silence means quiet on the fuckin' set
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| Lord please don’t let my son walk my footsteps
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| He couldn’t handle it
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| He sees to many crucifice
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| Plus he got to be proud of his friends high and close his eye
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| And bless his momma, she’s a money hungry lyin' rat
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| Didn’t mean to call her that
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| But damn that’s how the fuck she act
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| I’ve been locked down for three long whole summers
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| Fuck the block they test a motherfuckin phone number
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| I’m needin' help but can’t did it from a damned soul
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| But the homie
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| And they just gave him life without parole
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| Lord have mercy
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| For sure when I bust verbally
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| ??? |
| label me a threat to society
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| Maybe it’s because I spit with force
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| Or I’m too
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| Underground of being seen in their Source — Magazine
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| But well of course I take one of those game machine Fullies
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| With the 15 round clip and an infrared beam
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| Crime scene
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| Knowin' fellas death strugglers
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| A gathors representer by players, killers and hustlers, now bust
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| He be down stomped out and jacked
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| Act city by ?? |
| tellin' you Watts niggas it’s like that and fat
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| I don’t know no more niggas like my niggas old schools squads
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| Rhyme besides the robbers with the
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| 50 Caliber
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| Semi-automatics can’t stop
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| Refused to quit we gotta let these busters have it
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| Strategly seem shared dreams in infrared beams
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| Screamin breakin' the demons
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| Trying to step by all means
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| And I know I’ma have to pop just to protect my turf
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| Or be a bitch and trying to cream wind up in the hearse
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| Oh no, now Freeze I keeps it real no faking
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| Cause the hood’s for death loc
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| I just can’t shake this is talent
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| We was raised by G’s
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| From the good old days
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| Laced with this gangsterizm just playin' these cold ways
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| How crime pays and fully K’s mean power
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| Trippin' a few? |
| island? |
| in that ass some lead shower
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| And that jump the more death
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| More tape empty shells and my soul might
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| Burn in hell
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| I can’t tell you to outcome cause I don’t know
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| But one thing I know for sure was everybody gots to go
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop
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| I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie
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| To the rhythm of the streets it don’t stop… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Boogie, artist - CRIPS. Album song Nationwide Rip Ridaz II - Betrayed (Can't Trust Nobody), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп