Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
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Or we can get into some gangsta shit
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(Gangsta Shit)
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(Gangsta Shit)
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[Chorus]
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Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
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But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this
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I knew he was bluffin
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High of that blunt he was puffin
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Talkin all that shit
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Now his whole click sufferin
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Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
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Shock the whole world
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Its just that block keep us tied in
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His own killer cried
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In the spot that he deid in
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Went to rest from her tears
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Off the blood that he died in
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We ridin'
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Just becouse It's death before dishonor
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An I'ma
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Make you bitches pay for this drama
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(gangsta shit)
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Did you say drama
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Snatched the extra keys
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To my Hummer
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It's simply eight niggas
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About to head for this drama
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Homicidal breakin windpipe
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They keep it comin
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Till them players like a fist fight
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Done turned into a shit site
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So when its midnight
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Its survival of the fitest
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Were nowhere near brother this 45
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Nobody knows who did this
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Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
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Smokin bees while I bump
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In this gangsta shit
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Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit
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Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit
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Niggas we just talk like men
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So put your strap down
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All of us are killers
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In the set
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And we dont back down
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Do or Die for life
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Mutherfuckers and you know
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Niggas be commin with pistol
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When its time they dont show
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Niggas talk that bite
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What they done made
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And all that dumb shit
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Fool we done shut you down
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For round for round
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Cus you dont rush shit
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Throwin extra clips and all that shit
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And we gone waste ya
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Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
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When we face ya
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If a red Buick's grey'd out
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Forty niggas in the black streets
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Came out the Cain house
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Left a nigga lyin for dead
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Screamin one of his hommies names out
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I was thirteen rained out
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Couldnt see identify
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Two keys and fifty G's
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And one dead nigga off inside
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Now we ride
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Smokin bees
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And contimplatin
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Just be normal out
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Plus we a combination
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Now mark his words
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Paper chasin gon get you face down
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Whoosh
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With one bullet I leave you face down
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Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit
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Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
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But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit
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Gangsta Shit
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Do Or Die |