Kane & Able - Gangstafied Lyrics
[chorus]Mo b. dickWe 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]Wasnt never no mama I wanna singIt was mamma I wanna slangSo I can show off my gold chain, gold ringRoll through the hood on them gold thangsNow its world war 3 in them streetsAint gone never have enough policePicture I relax, relate, releaseLike this all my homies rest in peaceDisrespect this, put you in the mixWhopping out that tec gripRunning through your click like busting on you like death wishSpinning your head like the exorcist(*smack*) thats a death kissViscious, foaming at the mouth like rabiesAint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies(scandalous) like robin givens(and dangersous) dead thats how we livingShiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.Putting in work spitting game on your booLike when that rem and hennessy got me hurtIm truTaking everything you got with that infared dot on your knotDown south hustlers got on lock, with that j-l-o-c on *****Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the penP-h at your own risk, cause fool to the tip youll be gone with the windPlaya[chorus][master p]Time to chop some game with the ballersIt aint about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quartersWhen the task hit that mean time to throw ya rocksMy little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.My block be crazy my homey pushing dasiesNever had a chance to see his unborn babyAint that sad black rolling in the cadillac4, 15 woofers bumping behind Im hitting him in the backDead, who gives a damn cause when you goneAint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stonesLabel me a thug like pac,Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocksIm slanging these tapes we bangingSteady hanging on the blockKeep product in my socks ready to rockOpen up shop cause it all good (all good)Mr. ice cream man or call me mr. rogers of the neighborhoodIm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied[chorus][abel]It wasnt never no mama I wanna singDown here its mama I wanna gang bangWearing that red and blue start lyingToting those 9s, even throwing up signsNo peace,Got nothing live for, deceasedBy the hands of that 4-4 (clack clack)Pull the hammer back (that the last)Live fast and watch them die slowYou know I really wanna say is that they dont car about soldiersFalling asleep behind the whell in the range roverCant remember the last time I was sober(whoop whoop) thats the po posGotta watch those,The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serveTook my money and my herbEvery player that on my team got a laser beamKnock your head off, steal your dreamNot first you sure, aint nutting nice serving fiends aint what it seemsWhat the south about, big money, big guns and those big bootiesI be that soldier you looking at that, judging meWhile you do you jury dutyI put my hands on my bruh and we still liveCause no limit soldiers survive gangstafied[mo b. dick]Soooooo, sooooo, soooo, gangstafied[chorus x3]
