Gangsta Boo - ***** You Lyrics
[intro - gangsta boo]Yeah, yall know what time it is niggaIm bringin a lot of shit todayIm bringin m-childIm bringin two for yaIm also bringin the pain niggacause when I come, Im comin for youSo you better ask some-motha*****in-bodyFor the 9-8, until 2 gs niggaIm takin overYou understand this type of shitThree 6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse***** you *****!(m-child)1 - when we high off that green and ginAint no tellin what well doYou got some ani with the crew?(***** you! ***** you!)With that heat we be bussinConversation no discussionHollow points they comin straight at you!(***** you! ***** you!)Repeat 1[gangsta boo]Bustin *****es daily, maybe its the herb in meI wanna see what you hidden for, shake em and seeTime to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassupIm just a beefin in the club, tear that *****in ***** upIm in the corner round some smoke, smokin fine ass weedFreakin like vanessa del rio, wont you take you a peakMob, it was me, bringin shit to the doorI be the lady unabomber, bombin *****es and moSo time to go toe to toe, with a ***** that be rockinAint nothin stoppin prophet posse til your body be droppinYou *****in *****, spittin rhythms in your rhyme like a jokeIm gonna tote you like a 90 when Im pullin that dopeI know youre hopin that Ill fall to my face, but I aintMy shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bankAnother *****in lp dropped like its some riceWe be straight like 9:15, *****, ***** your spotNigga!Repeat 1Repeat 1(m-child)Let cha let cha mind explodeWith these lyrics I controlJust a peak to let you seeHow m-child do it in flip modeNow Im baddest on a levelFind a new way to be paidAint gon burn or slice or beat em downWith bats and prophet dankYellin thangs, Im comin upAnd niggas want your life to livePack that steel if you realBut you better shoot to killAll that flossin aint gon doBring a gun without the clipAnd for the rest of your lifeYoull be walkin around with a half-ass limpRead my lips, dont ***** with usBecause we dangerousAnd when we on that good stuffLike a junkie, we be anxiousTo get up in yo shitAnd take your life with all quicknessA orange mound playa that be strictly bout his businessWatch out, niggaDont give a *****, niggaWalk on top of waterWe some mean ass niggasProphet til I frySo ***** with me, you cant avoidPlus the first time you slipYou goin bungee jumpin without the cord, *****!!!Repeat 1Repeat 1(koopsta knicca)Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpinGettin upon the skinI had no team, 34 han*****Puttin them cuts upon these menAgain its on, dont be phonyTellin these hoes that I love emYou think youre tough foolLook at your ? , hey, they groupiesNigga, dont give a *****Wanna know bout better thingsThat fool is gonna be ?Raisin doja, what I saw is meI best get the motha-*****a offB-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-powLoadin got me goin downSwear Im trippinfore I come up, just-a left a *****in calOn the ground with the 40Hell, and me criticizing, noHo, I never sold no dopeOh shit, then shoot me cuz Im ?Some of them charges, said the sergeantYou been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you creepNah, nigga, my name is ? ?Well, if youre wantedThen Im gonna give you something to collectMan, you can take that motha*****in gatAnd stick that heat up your assNine in my ? , got the 5 ? ? ?3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me goRepeat 1Repeat 1[prophet posse]2 - hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...***** you, ***** youRepeat 2 to fade
