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Gangsta part 2
Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz
Come on, man, do It

Can I get a, yeah, yeah,
Up, down, left,
Shorty's movin' again, loose with the pen
Shorty do with the

They say I around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, with me ready to step
I like a chick with big breasts on her
Not lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest

What, shit, fuck,
You so
My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow,
Rude boi lick a

Never up in a pot, oh, so much coke
Cook it to a rock
And I be dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz
Crack a dutch or and chief chief with the gangstaz

I stay with a lady, she stay with a
They makin' me
And I 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me
And I'm 'em crazy

And like when I do it, they like when I move it
They like when I work it, they like I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy
than likely I'm the nicest you hearda

I'm movin', movin',
movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin',
movin', shot bruise 'em

Two more for Cam for over the Roc
my year so
It's the whole Bird Gang's in here
Kurt Cobain's was here

Still to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it
came to do it
I bang with the five, I see hate in ya
You to die

I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya
Love to bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side
You can it, you can hate it
You can it

I'm Babe Ruth in this game, coupe in the lane
State they came, damn he's movin' again
I'm a better child, a pedophile

I go let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP's, deep throat
My D.I.P.'s, we so
Got weed, coke, and
Lean, dope, and wet to

We blow jars of the dank Bob Marley was wake
Real ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I'm movin', movin',
Y'all losin', losin',

I'm movin', movin',
movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin',
Stop movin', shot 'em

Two more for Cam for over the Roc
my year so
It's the whole Bird Gang's in here
Kurt Cobain's was here

I'm on the south of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, up field goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds still low
Lil' dick, you a head, not dildo

I though, pippin' in the Range
All this icin' I'm ashamed, like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved with fam
Ask you, tattoos on they

Slang all the white, cruise the tan
on they back, blue in they van
Yellow on his ear, on the rock
in the air, green in his pocket

I ain't you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we on you
That's Kool-Aid, Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin' you, a kiss for you

I'm movin', movin',
He's movin', movin',
We movin', movin',
Stop movin', shot 'em

Two more for Cam for takin' the Roc
my year so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in
Like Kurt was here