Fabolous Feat. Junior Reid - Gangsta Don't Play lyrics

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Yes, I wanted them to know, say real warriors don't play

And if you romp with us, you have to run away

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

Gangstas ain't this fly? This is just a rare occasion

You can hear it's blazin’, soon as the layer is raisin’

Hell yeah, we hazin’, sexy pair of [Incomprehensible]

Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian

They Bahama mamas, holdin’ llama mamas

Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas

Murder them, murder them

They don't make a move ‘til they get word from him

I could be in Fiji, one call to a gigi

She on some belly shit like X with a squiggy

They say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of life

If life's a bitch, better make everyday your wife

I’m from the era of the shootouts for drug spots

Happy to be here, so I smile in my mug shots

The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch

Before the George Bush drugs watch, bloodclaat

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know, they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

We say death before dishonor

The scent that you smellin’ on my breath is marijuana

‘Fore I left to Tijuana

I told them it was war, so they nephew or they mama

Betta wear a tef for they’re gonna

That’s what it sounds like when thugs cry

I see things, see wings when the slugs fly

Low life Loso, P Wing Rugby

Low Teddi, young niggas that no ready

I go back like recline, no need for rewind

Still run through flat bush like the D line

Usually just the team

‘Cuz them extra niggas be unnecessary

Just like a Uzi wit a beam and a 'cuzzi full of steam

Suzie and Janine

Niggas do shit like this but it’s usually in there dreams

Gangsta don’t sleep unless it’s guns by the bed

Ever wonder why the bread gets snatched by the Feds?

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride

I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play

If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and they go run and hide

Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope they’ll be ready for your ride