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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I go dough let around, my hoe slow head
They DTP's, deep professionals
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', 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 side of Chicago lookin' for a hoe
I see a touchdown, arms up field goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds still low
dick, you a dick head, not dildo

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

Slang all the white, with the tan
Pink on they back, 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. tape and see how we piss 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', bruise 'em

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