Daz Dillinger - Gangsta sh** lyrics

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Daz Dillinger - Gangsta sh** lyrics

[Daz Dillinger] Yeah, you know when a n***a ask me and say (that gangsta sh**) That's what I give 'em y'knahmsayin Then I turn around and whip it up and I give 'em (that's that sh**) Then we just bubble it up, countin all the money Because you know that's that (gangsta sh**) And then when I BALL OUT on your motherf**in a** It's to let you know (that's that sh**) You see I'm strapped up (brrrrrrrap) n***a my pockets bulgin Get a hole in your chest, f** your eye swollen The crank stolen, motherf**er yeah it's paid for With thirty-six O-Z's of real Peruvian blow A thousand grams, cop the whole ki You get busted motherf**er you don't know me Hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens Even, fives and ones, even pennies even spend I'm a hustler, adapt at wherever I fit in Once I lace the whole city, everybody can get in I ain't got no frizzends, business of this coke game Rap game, f** that, n***a yo it's all the same To want revenge wrapped around a {?} seperated Two hundred and fifty thousand, n***a you finally made it Look at me now - can you tell the difference? 500 SLV's, a n***a dippin The streets got my back, everybody eatin We ain't starvin no more, we ballin every weekend New shoes for my feet and my car See I'm shinin like a star, takin me afar I got work, I'm sittin with a pound and a half a ki' 750 G's, blowin bomb weed Now count it up, n***a, imagine that Once I recop n***a, ain't no goin back [Chorus] That gangsta sh** Say that's that sh** That gangsta sh** Say that's that sh** [Daz Dillinger] You see we comin up, let a n***a have it We keep it jumpin on the set like a f**in rabbit I bust me a bad-a** b**h She don't know that I'm po' but um (that's that sh**) Say that you a gangsta, n***a go on and show me What'chu got, homey, yo f** your homies co*k it back, show me what the matter fact the real is This is what it is when a n***a in the showbiz What it do, what it do like a pot of soup We stay in that loop, we smokin on that bomb fruit Strawberries, pineapples, and it smell good Where you find this, you can't get it in the hood On the contrary yo it's necessary Mash the pedal now a n***a legendary I'm gettin money, yeah a n***a laughin Daz gettin money and I'm havin cash Cause I, cause I [Chorus] [Daz Dillinger - singing] And when we roll around the hood You know we bang bang VS all up the thing A bunch of pussies sing (that's that sh**) Watch for the polices n***a Watch out for n***as Keep yo' eyes opened So yo you don't get plowed down Stay on the grind, hand on your nine Don't try to sho't me motherf**er cause I want mine And if you can, speak to the man Come do what you say motherf**er yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeahhhhhhh motherf**er straight up in your face [Chorus] with ad libs

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