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