| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
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| What gangstas do for money
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| 187, 211 I’m bout it bout it see yo I’m down to do whatever
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| I wants money the powers the shit nigga
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| I need dollar shit
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| Til I win the lotto bitch
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| My motto is to get rich
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| Hustler make things all right
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| Connected on our flight
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| You need da Gs and keys over in the car
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| Drove back all night
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| Won’t do nuttin for some ass
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| While I will do anything for some cash
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| Fuck the police
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| Now I from city fresh off a copper’s ass
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| What you gon do when the bills don’t come
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| And what you gon do when it’s time ta lay it down
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| Dis nigga don’t give a fuck bout nuttin but
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| Dollar dollar bills y’all
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| Da real y’all
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| I’m tryin ta get a mil y’all
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| I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want
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| You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel
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| And, I’m up in the trunk
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| So don’t get mad when you see me with a ski mask
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| I be blastin'
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| I’m gonna get the cash by any means
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| The stash
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| Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat
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| You’re gon be surprised when I’m over your eyes
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| When you see me on the creep
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| Dem niggas dat feel us
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| Be de killas and dealers
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| Witness my shit nigga
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| Strong arm for skrilla
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| Top yo mama for a dollar
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| Gangstas do what we gotta
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| Back da coke sell the powder
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| For the money and power
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| No Limit rider
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| Bitch don’t make me sayin no lotta
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| If it’s over my loot
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| I shoot and never miss
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| But’s it’s burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits
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| Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip
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| Nigga down to do some work
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| Put in work make it hurt
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| Take my hollow chips
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| Wipe em wit my T-Shirt
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| Charge It 2 Da Game
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| Chasin fortune and fame
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| Never snitchin, ears itchin
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| Feds mention my name
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| Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game
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| If it ain’t about the paper we jus can’t understand
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| If you ain’t scared
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| Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger
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| We some seven figure military minded niggas
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| Show me money
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| I’m smooth I’m street smart
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| But I don’t play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught
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| You know I’m bout my mail nigga can’t you tell
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| P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail
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| But I’m a sleep in my cell til they call my name
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| And niggas rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame
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| Now I ain’t gonna let anyone get near me
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| He was hella tight
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| I’m told em someone get out they came for a light
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| They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck
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| But I’m bout ta bail ya out so y’all niggas stay up escape
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| Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man
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| Nigga just waitin for the champagne
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| And cuz dat’s me
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| (What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail)
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| I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here
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| (What do you consider that)
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| Smokin green wit my niggas and cleanin my strap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Gangstas Do , by - Silkk The Shocker. Song from the album Charge It 2 Da Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп