Kane And Able Gangstafied Lyrics

Gangstafied Lyrics

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Mo B. Dick







We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)



We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)



We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)



We Gangstafied







[Kane]



Wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing



It was mamma I wanna slang



So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring



Roll through the hood on them gold thangs



Now it's world war 3 in them streets



Ain't gone never have enough police



Picture I relax, relate, release



Like this all my homies rest in peace



Disrespect this, put youin the mix



Whopping out that tec grip



Running through your click like busting on you like death wish



Spinning your head like the exorcist



(*Smack*) that's a death kiss



Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies



Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies



(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens



(And dangersous) Dead that's how we living



Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church. 



Putting in work spitting game on your Boo



Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt



I'm tru



Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot



Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on cock



Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen



P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind



Playa







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[Master P]







Time to chop some game with the ballers



It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters



When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks



My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks. 



Myblock be crazy my homey pushing dasies



Never had a chance to see his unborn baby



Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac



4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm hitting him in the back



Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone



Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones



Label me a thug like Pac, 



Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks



I'm slanging these tapes we banging 



Steady hanging on the block 



Keep product in my socks ready to rock



Open up shop cause it all good (all good)



Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood



I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied







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[Abel]







It wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing



Down here it's mama I wanna gang bang



Wearing that red and blue start lying



Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs



No peace, 



Got nothing live for, Deceased



By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)



Pull the hammer back (That the last)



Live fast and watch them die slow



You know I really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers



Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover



Can't remember the last time I was sober



(Whoop Whoop) that's the Po Pos 



Gotta watch those, 



The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve



Took my money and my herb



Every player that on my team got a laser beam



Knock your head off, steal your dream



Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems



What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties



I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me



While you do you jury duty



I put my hands on my bruh and we still live



cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied







[Mo B. Dick]



soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied







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