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Gangsta Music 2
Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Santana
Come on, man, do It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two for Cam for takin' over 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 side of lookin' for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, up field goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds still low
dick, you a dick head, not dildo

I chill though, 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

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

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

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

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