Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta S***, artist - DJ Clue. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Gangsta S*** |
| Uhh And you don’t stop |
| Rockafella y’all |
| Clueminati |
| (Hook) |
| Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? |
| We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit |
| (JAY Z) |
| Understand why y’all niggas mad at me |
| Sitting around like damn, that could be me |
| All the cars and bitches livin' lavishly |
| But there’s only one problem you ain’t as bad as me |
| Who could flip a record company from half a key? |
| And drop a gold album do the math with me |
| Turn right around and go platinum, that would be |
| Fuck it I lost count |
| Why don’t you tell me the amount? |
| Since you gossip like groupies notice please |
| I never go broke my name got 2 G’s |
| J-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day |
| I be right there when your mics blow out |
| I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out |
| I’m right there with the same ice to light up your house |
| Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out |
| I’m the stuff niggas write about |
| Jigga’s a legend |
| J-Hova end of the session |
| Fuck with me now |
| (Hook) |
| (JAY Z) |
| We live from the 7−1-8 |
| Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate |
| 2 knocks on your door, one gun in your face |
| 2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe |
| Place the safe in the bath tub I got one prior |
| You better hope this money don’t catch fire |
| You so soft, no mask no rope, one clip and I |
| Let this nigga run around untied |
| I swear to god |
| You know the type that talk wild, but nigga’s white cloud |
| Soft as a baby’s bottom, you know Jay Z spot him |
| Haven’t heard him in a while, and you know how come? |
| This little faggot in the corner dialing 911 |
| Snatched the phone, get a grip dog you 'posed to be thug |
| What you telling the cop huh? |
| I’m taking your money and drugs |
| In the underworld we take care of beef ourself |
| And another thing yo we police ourself |
| Either you follow the codes or you sell cocaine |
| This life will swallow you whole so get outta the game |
| Go to church every Sunday and pray hard |
| And drug dealer? |
| (haha) don’t quit your day job |
| (Hook) |
| (Ja Rule) |
| Nigga who else |
| Pop guns and rap jewels |
| Mean while |
| Burning in hell child |
| We the center of attention |
| Show me love for my nigga blazing |
| My niggas is made men |
| Gangsters shit get coke and sugar boes |
| Got hoes for every home |
| And never fuck they own |
| Even though the Fed’s got a sweating grip in the chrome |
| Commuter case is closed they tapping' the telephone |
| Dialing' a 213 zone now |
| Got ?? |
| slap a bitch up and send her down |
| Felling me, I wanna put this hustle behind me |
| But every time I look away he’s hitting me blindly |
| I’m looking for the light baby |
| And here it is |
| As soon as the nigga smiling |
| Darker the night gets |
| That’s why we Gangster and you players |
| Take 2 to the heart Inc |
| World most murderous |
| (Hook) |