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Kane & Abel - Gangstafied Lyrics

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  • [Chorus]
  • Mo B. Dick
  • We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
  • We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
  • We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)
  • We Gangstafied
  • [Kane]
  • Wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing
  • It was mamma I wanna slang
  • So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring
  • Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
  • Now it's world war 3 in them streets
  • Ain't gone never have enough police
  • Picture I relax, relate, release
  • Like this all my homies rest in peace
  • Disrespect this, put youin the mix
  • Whopping out that tec grip
  • Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
  • Spinning your head like the exorcist
  • (*Smack*) that's a death kiss
  • Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
  • Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
  • (Scandalous) Like Robin Givens
  • (And dangersous) Dead that's how we living
  • Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
  • Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
  • Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
  • I'm tru
  • Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
  • Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on *****
  • Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
  • P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
  • Playa
  • [Chorus]
  • [Master P]
  • Time to chop some game with the ballers
  • It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
  • When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
  • My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
  • Myblock be crazy my homey pushing dasies
  • Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
  • Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
  • 4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm hitting him in the back
  • Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
  • Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
  • Label me a thug like Pac,
  • Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks
  • I'm slanging these tapes we banging
  • Steady hanging on the block
  • Keep product in my socks ready to rock
  • Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
  • Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
  • I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied
  • [Chorus]
  • [Abel]
  • It wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing
  • Down here it's mama I wanna gang bang
  • Wearing that red and blue start lying
  • Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
  • No peace,
  • Got nothing live for, Deceased
  • By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
  • Pull the hammer back (That the last)
  • Live fast and watch them die slow
  • You know I really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
  • Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover
  • Can't remember the last time I was sober
  • (Whoop Whoop) that's the Po Pos
  • Gotta watch those,
  • The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
  • Took my money and my herb
  • Every player that on my team got a laser beam
  • Knock your head off, steal your dream
  • Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
  • What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
  • I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
  • While you do you jury duty
  • I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
  • cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied
  • [Mo B. Dick]
  • soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied
  • [Chorus x3]

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