Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger - Gangsta Shit lyrics

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Yeah, you know when a nigga ask me and say (that gangsta shit)

That's what I give 'em y'knahmsayin

Then I turn around and whip it up and I give 'em (that's that shit)

Then we just bubble it up, countin all the money

Because you know that's that (gangsta shit)

And then when I BALL OUT on your motherfuckin ass

It's to let you know (that's that shit)

You see I'm strapped up (brrrrrrrap) nigga my pockets bulgin

Get a hole in your chest, fuck your eye swollen

The crank stolen, motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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, fuck that, nigga yo it's all the same

To want revenge wrapped around a {? } seperated

Two hundred and fifty thousand, nigga you finally made it

Look at me now - can you tell the difference?

500 SLV's, a nigga 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, nigga, imagine that

Once I recop nigga, ain't no goin back

That gangsta shit

Say that's that shit

That gangsta shit

Say that's that shit

You see we comin up, let a nigga have it

We keep it jumpin on the set like a fuckin rabbit

I bust me a bad-ass bitch

She don't know that I'm po' but um (that's that shit)

Say that you a gangsta, nigga go on and show me

What'chu got, homey, yo fuck your homies

Cock it back, show me what the matter fact the real is

This is what it is when a nigga 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 nigga legendary

I'm gettin money, yeah a nigga laughin

Daz gettin money and I'm havin cash

Cause I, cause I

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 shit)

Watch for the polices nigga

Watch out for niggaz

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 motherfucker cause I want mine

And if you can, speak to the man

Come do what you say motherfucker yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeahhhhhhh motherfucker straight up in your face

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