Gangstafied

Master P · 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