Kane & Able - Gangstafied lyrics
[chorus]
Mo b. dick
We gangstafied (yes you knowyes you knowyes 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 chaingold 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 relaxrelaterelease
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect thisput you in 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
Visciousfoaming 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
Shiestylike 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 lockwith that j-l-o-c on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the pen
P-h at your own riskcause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
Playa
[chorus]
[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.
My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
415 woofers bumping behind I'm hitting him in the back
Deadwho 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 itrowdygangstafied
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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'seven throwing up signs
No peace
Got nothing live fordeceased
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 offsteal your dream
Not first you sureain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
What the south aboutbig moneybig guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you looking at thatjudging 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]
Soooooosooooosoooogangstafied
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