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Thats Gansta Lyrics
Shyne] Hustler, bad motherfucker Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and
back Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin Ferrari engines
leave your whole fuckin block tremblin I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight
G Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free I'm Alpo, before you snitch
dog I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars Ghetto star, name
ring in every hood Heartless villain, money driven killin and bury my
opposition, for a pot to piss in Knickerbock position, listen
[Chorus
2X: Shyne] A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA) Gettin skull off
in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA) Feel the knot when you loft (THAT'S
GANGSTA) Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA)
[Shyne] I
got a question; as serious as cancer Where da fuckin safe at? Somebody
better answer before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs in
your mug then you spittin up blood Got dead gangstas rollin over like,
"Yo this nigga cold" The way he cut his coke is murder game to his
flow Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit I never had hope, until I sold
dope Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless Feds get uptight when
they see my watch and necklace glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me Murder
and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the
sea
[Chorus]
[Shyne] Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops The
best respect, the feds only fuck cops Coke price raisin, task force
raidin Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn Roller,
diamonds and mack-milla's Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers Money
hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law The opium and the raw,
that's what I live for For cuttin yea, never for today Extended magazines
shootouts and ricochets Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood
vessels Ain't gonna wait before the smoke
settles
[Chorus]
[*scratching "Serious
shit"*]
[Shyne] Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S
GANGSTA) Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA) Menage red labels
(THAT'S GANGSTA) Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S
GANGSTA) Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA) Leavin cowards layin
where they stood (THAT'S GANGSTA) Floodin your homey's commisary up (THAT'S
GANGSTA) Never missin when we bust (THAT'S GANGSTA) Money in brown paper
bags (THAT'S GANGSTA) Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA) Menage
red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA) Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S
GANGSTA) Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA) [*music fades out*]
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