Mack 10 - Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug lyrics
F/ tray deeesqueak-ru (of allfrumtha I)
[tray deee]
Yeah againanother group collaboration
Verse one: tray deee
From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one
Fillin up the 4-4 if pop-po want some
I ain't runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another one bites the dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong waycaught up in the gunplay
One daysome saywe all gon' die
Human lives to my eyestake a size and bye
You're on your owngive em all and go explode
It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or redwho will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tillshaulin chickensflossin grips
I give a damn bout the next foolmy tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugsrunnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug
Chorus: squeak-ru(tray deee)
This gangsta shit is like a drug(I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and bloodsooooh
*repeat*
Verse two: squeak-ru
I got to bang on my enemy
I got make sure they knowthey ain't afraid of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that squeak-ru capped em
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em
I'll be the gossip for ya block
When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the glock
The 4-5 nigga did the damage
I took two to da domesoniggafuck a bandage
And all you got was a bodybag
Accomadations to the morgueequipped with a toe tag
Now you know I'm a killer
You cross my name out on the wardit lets me know y'all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revengeniggacome get me
Chorus
Verse three: mack 10
This gangsta shit is a mustand plus I bust
And puff angel dust for the headrush
I like the way the teks spit when I'm lit
I feel like 'fuck the police' and 'a bitch ain't shit'
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest
And themso-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Beat outget the sheet out when I roam
Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done
So fuck a jobdoggI jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy
So which lucky ho wanna be miss mack 1-0
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro
I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide
Chorus:
This gangsta shit is like a drug(I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and bloodsooooh
*repeat x3*
[mack 10] rest in peace to all the soldiers
We lost to this gangsta shit
