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Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta
Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta
Uhh, dat gangsta
What you love huh? dat shit
What you huh? dat gangsta shit
Now what we live dat gangsta shit
Yeah, uhh, uhh

Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with
I shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You me, still visualize the lessons
And I wish to put aside the questions
Before they find out, who's the
Who done without one joke about the illest
Shit that ever happened, in this rappin rappin
Joe the God it ain't so to start clappin
But I lay low, flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, to chase shows
I foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street thugs to white collar criminals
Individuals, no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, the east to the west
Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat the vest
for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the
Mad at me, but very few me
Perhaps you will be the first to this, lyrical dope shit
Cartagena will the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh? dat gangsta
What you want huh? dat gangsta
Now what we huh? dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta

Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whole world, all I need is my and my girl
And even she can get it, everybody go to
I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see
Hit you the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I don't kill you clap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't have the soundin japanese
Coughin blood, that's you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature slugs
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and dealers
Fillers, killers, they chill all day with us
They love the don, these words are more than another song
If I I slit your neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad
Got a lot of pistols missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the
Just remember joe the God is not your rapper

Now we love huh? dat gangsta shit
What you huh? dat gangsta shit
Now what we huh? dat gangsta shit
Dat shit, dat gangsta shit

Now what you huh? dat gangsta shit
What you want kick dat gangsta shit
What you live huh? dat shit
Dat shit, dat gangsta shit

Goin out to all the real
All the niggaz that support real
All my on the corners
Dj's, no matter the fuck you from
It's where's your gat,
Primo whattup yeah
Don
squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!