Shyne]
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Hustler, bad motherfucker
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Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back
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Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin
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Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin
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I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight G
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Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free
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I'm Alpo, before you snitch dog
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I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars
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Ghetto star, name ring in every hood
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Heartless villain, money driven killin
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and bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in
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Knickerbock position, listen
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[Chorus 2X: Shyne]
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A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Feel the knot when you loft (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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[Shyne]
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I got a question; as serious as cancer
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Where da fuckin safe at? Somebody better answer
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before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs
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in your mug then you spittin up blood
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Got dead gangstas rollin over like, "Yo this nigga cold"
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The way he cut his coke is murder game to his flow
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Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit
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I never had hope, until I sold dope
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Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless
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Feds get uptight when they see my watch and necklace
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glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me
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Murder and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the sea
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[Chorus]
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[Shyne]
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Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops
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The best respect, the feds only fuck cops
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Coke price raisin, task force raidin
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Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn
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Roller, diamonds and mack-milla's
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Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers
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Money hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law
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The opium and the raw, that's what I live for
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For cuttin yea, never for today
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Extended magazines shootouts and ricochets
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Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood vessels
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Ain't gonna wait before the smoke settles
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[Chorus]
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{*scratching "Serious shit"*}
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[Shyne]
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Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Leavin cowards layin where they stood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Floodin your homey's commisary up (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Never missin when we bust (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
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{*music fades out
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That`s Gangsta
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Shyne |