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Gangsta part 2
Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Santana
on, man, let's do It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I go dough let around, my hoe slow 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
shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I'm movin', movin',
losin', losin', losin'

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

Two more for Cam for takin' the Roc
It's my so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in
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 that's low
dick, you a dick head, not dildo

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

all the white, cruise with the tan
Pink on back, blue in they van
Yellow on his ear, on the rock
Purple in the air, in his pocket

I dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly and see how we piss on you
That's Kool-Aid, Dew, and Cris on you
Ya will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you

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

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