Gangsta Boo - How We Gone Play It (Bonus) lyrics

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Gangsta Boo - How We Gone Play It (Bonus) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Wha**up n***a? Crunchy bust on that hoe! Koop bust on that n***a! Whats up now n***as? Lord bust on that n***a! Boo grab that hoe, n***a! (DJ Paul, J-Green, Shawty Trap on track) Y'all know what the f** it is n***a Mafia 6ix up in this motherf**er Guns out, blazin' Light your whole motherf**in' hood up hoe Y'all already know what it is b**h [Hook: DJ Paul] n***a say it, that's how we gon' play it (?) chop the bullets at yo motherf**in' head And if you talk about it; I hope you be about it Cause I won't hestitate to hit a n***a like that (?) [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] This a kick door Rowdy, rowdy pistol Koopsta, Scarecrow Y'all hoes don't know yo b**h tagged too Sippin' lean don't make 'em hard Ripped his a** apart Left 'em dead from the start b**h Murder's in my mind Sharin' dead bodies ... How ... b**h when nobody never asked me Now scar on leg (?) we (?) RedruM, bodies numb, this song, (?) [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I got that mask to my f**ing face; I'm fiendin' I'm 'bout to click up on that b**h without a reason Hey, what you b**hes wanna do? Since you out here talking sh** If you wanna run into this click come get yo wig split This ain't what you want my nig I need that dope, I need to smoke Crazy lady never barrin' b**hes When she full of coke (Did she say she full of coke?) Yea that's what I said young n***a (?) finger (?) the trigger and ready to put it up in ya [Hook: DJ Paul] [Bridge: DJ Paul/Beat Change] YA! What the f**s up n***a? We got guns out Change the motherf**in' beat up [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Yeah I stay comin' with that hard sh**, but I don't start sh** These n***as wanna be with this icon how I run it b**h I got a click thick as hell All my n***as goin' to hell, but it's okay Havin' them came from there any-f**ing-way Got some n***as from the M with cases on first 48 Got some k**as from L.A. that'll gun down your whole face We don't give a motherf**ing f** about your f**ing race ... is all it take of your f**ing face, f**er! [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] BLAY! Step into my domicile Throw your body on the pile Scarecrow from the bloody nile Vicious, wicked reptile Rabid warewolf on the prowl Make this millimeter growl Ready for my murder trial Lyrical black bear type of maul Sick sadistic mojo Madness in the dojo Blow yo chitlins out your 'fro Shoot you in the goddamn toe Put you in the pine box Strong as an iron ox Carbin burnin' red hot Knock you out your f**in' socks [Beat Change] [Hook: DJ Paul]

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