| Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
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| Or we can get into some gangsta shit
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| (Gangsta Shit)
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| (Gangsta Shit)
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| Ya’ll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
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| But ya’ll mother fuckers ain’t ready for this
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| I knew he was bluffin
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| High of that blunt he was puffin
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| Talkin all that shit
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| Now his whole click sufferin
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| Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
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| Shock the whole world
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| Its just that block keep us tied in
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| His own killer cried
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| In the spot that he deid in
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| Went to rest from her tears
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| Off the blood that he died in
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| We ridin'
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| Just becouse It’s death before dishonor
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| An I’mma
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| Make you bitches pay for this drama
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| (gangsta shit)
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| Did you say drama
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| Snatched the extra keys
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| To my Hummer
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| It’s simply eight niggas
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| About to head for this drama
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| Homicidal breakin windpipe
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| They keep it comin
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| Till them players like a fist fight
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| Done turned into a shit site
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| So when its midnight
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| Its survival of the fitest
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| Were nowhere near brother this 45
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| Nobody knows who did this
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| Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
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| Smokin bees while I bump
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| In this gangsta shit
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| Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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| But yall ain’t ready for no gangsta shit
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| Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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| But yall ain’t ready for no gangsta shit
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| Niggas we just talk like men
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| So put your strap down
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| All of us are killers
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| In the set
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| And we dont back down
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| Do or Die for life
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| Mutherfuckers and you know
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| Niggas be commin with pistol
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| When its time they dont show
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| Niggas talk that bite
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| What they done made
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| And all that dumb shit
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| Fool we done shut you down
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| For round for round
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| Cus you dont rush shit
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| Throwin extra clips and all that shit
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| And we gone waste ya
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| Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
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| When we face ya
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| If a red Buick’s grey’d out
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| Forty niggas in the black streets
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| Came out the Cain house
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| Left a nigga lyin for dead
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| Screamin one of his hommies names out
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| I was thirteen rained out
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| Couldn’t see identify
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| Two keys and fifty G’s
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| And one dead nigga off inside
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| Now we ride
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| Smokin bees
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| And contimplatin
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| Just be normal out
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| Plus we a combination
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| Now mark his words
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| Paper chasin gon get you face down
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| Whoosh
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| With one bullet I leave you face down
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| Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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| But yall ain’t ready for no gangsta shit
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| Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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| But yall ain’t ready for no gangsta shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit featuring Shock tha World , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Headz Or Tailz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп