Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta S**** Like A Drug, artist - Mack 10. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Gangsta S**** Like A Drug |
| From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I’m on one |
| Fillin up the 4−4 if pop-po want some |
| I ain’t runnin from a motherfucker |
| Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer |
| Another One Bites The Dust like the song say |
| Bust em in the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay |
| One day, some say, we all gon' die |
| Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye |
| You’re on your own, give em all and go explode |
| It’s a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes |
| Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich? |
| Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips |
| I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule |
| Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school |
| This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs |
| Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug |
| Chorus: Squeak-Ru, (Tray Deee) |
| This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) |
| And live for the hood to show my love |
| (*singing*) |
| This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug |
| Crips and Bloods, ooooh |
| Verse Two: Squeak-Ru |
| I got to bang on my enemy |
| I got make sure they know, they ain’t afraid of me |
| So I’m gon' ride on they hood |
| Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood |
| You know that Squeak-Ru capped em |
| I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em |
| I’ll be the gossip for ya block |
| When y’all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock |
| The 4−5 nigga did the damage |
| I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage |
| And all you got was a bodybag |
| Accomadations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag |
| Now you know I’m a killer |
| You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y’all remember |
| Mashed on your hood and got a trophy |
| If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me |
| Verse Three: Mack 10 |
| This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust |
| And puff angel dust for the headrush |
| I like the way the Teks spit when I’m lit |
| I feel like «Fuck the police» and «a bitch ain’t shit» |
| Plus I represent my curb to the fullest |
| And them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this |
| Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam |
| Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done |
| So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures |
| Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas |
| On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy |
| Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy |
| So which lucky ho wanna be Miss Mack 1−0 |
| You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro |
| I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride |
| Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide |
| This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride) |
| And live for the hood to show my love |
| (*singing*) |
| This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug |
| Crips and Bloods, ooooh |
| Rest in peace to all the soldiers |
| We lost to this gangsta shit |