(feat. T Hussle, Dirty Getinz) [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] You know it gotta be gangsta When Other Peoples Money in the place You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist You don't really wanna hear the glock echo Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin Waitin til them semi-autos poppin My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha Back in the V throw the toast away Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away Before the sirens is comin My niggaz be runnin Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it [Verse 2: Begetz] Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya Want heat? I can get ya a fevea Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya Yall get sticked in the freeza Body wrapped up in the plastic Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot [Verse 3: X-Million] I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta But I'm in and out of courts steady Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead I'm on video rollin with po-po Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500 Not a mile on it, gully I want it Put 100 thou on it nigga And I ain't gangsta?
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. T Hussle, Dirty Getinz) [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] You know it gotta be gangsta When Other Peoples Money in the place You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist You don't really wanna hear the glock echo Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin Waitin til them semi-autos poppin My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha Back in the V throw the toast away Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away Before the sirens is comin My niggaz be runnin Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it [Verse 2: Begetz] Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya Want heat? I can get ya a fevea Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya Yall get sticked in the freeza Body wrapped up in the plastic Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot [Verse 3: X-Million] I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta But I'm in and out of courts steady Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead I'm on video rollin with po-po Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500 Not a mile on it, gully I want it Put 100 thou on it nigga And I ain't gangsta?
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