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