Artist/Band:
Master P
Lyrics for Song: Gangstafied
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Master P
We gangstafied
(Yes you know, yes you know, yes you know)
We gangstafied
(This is for the real true gangstas)
We gangstafied
(Yes you know indeed)
We gangstafied
Wasn't never no mama I wanna sing
It was mamma I wanna slang
So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's World War 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate, release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix, whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
Spinning your head like the exorcist, that's a death kiss
Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies, ain't no good
'Cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
(Scandalous)
Like Robin Givens
(And dangerous)
Dead that's how we living
Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and Hennessy got me hurt, I'm tru
Taking everything you got with that infrared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J L O C on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P H at your own risk 'cause fool to the tip
You'll be gone with the wind, playa
We 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
Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slanging, keys flippin' half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little partner got 25 years for 2 rocks
My block be crazy, my homey pushing daisies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad black rolling in the Cadillac
4, 15 woofers bumping behind, I'm hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn 'cause when you gone, ain't no coming back
To my homies that dead and gone 2 stones, label me a thug like Pac
'Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream
I mean these gangsta rocks, I'm slanging these tapes we banging
Steady hanging on the block, keep product in my socks
Ready to rock, open up shop 'cause it all good
(All good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm 'bout it rowdy, gangstafied
We 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
It wasn't never no mama I wanna sing
Down here it's mama I wanna gang bang
Wearing that red and blue start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace, got nothing live for, deceased
By the hands of that 4-4
(Clack, clack)
Pull the hammer back
(That the last)
Live fast and watch them die slow
You know I really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
Falling asleep behind the wheel in the Range Rover
Can't remember the last time I was sober
(Whoop, whoop)
That's the Po Pos, gotta watch those
The got some nerve talking 'bout the supposed
To protect and serve, took my money and my herb
Every player that on my team got a laser beam
Knock your head off, steal your dream
Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends
Ain't what it seems, what the south about
Big money, big guns and those big booties
I be that soldier you looking at that
Judging me while you do you jury duty
I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
'Cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied
So, so, so gangstafied
We 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
We 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
We 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
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