Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah - Gangsta Shit lyrics

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(feat. Trife Da God & Tommy Whispers)<br />

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[Intro: Trife Da God]<br />

Uh-huh, let's go, knowhatimean<br />

Lot of these muthafuckin' rappers<br />

Talking alot of bullshit on these tracks<br />

Youknowhatimean, they dry snitching, throwing indirect<br />

Well this what we gon' 'do, man<br />

We gon' flush all these rats out the system<br />

Knowhatimean, set a few traps<br />

Get they ass up out of here, yeah, yo<br />

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[Trife Da God]<br />

For all y'all niggaz with them Nextels, chirpin' and bleepin'<br />

On them walkie talkies frontin', like y'all work for the precint<br />

10-4 niggaz claiming they hustlers, soon as they cuff ya<br />

In interrogation booths, y'all confessing like Usher<br />

Do the crime, do the time, that's the way I was taught<br />

And fuck surrending to jake, nigga, I'd rather get caught<br />

You got these niggaz on camera, frontin' hard with they team<br />

Wavin' they hammers, incriminating theyself on the screen<br />

Roleplaying, imitating some movie they seen<br />

That ain't gangsta, real gangsta niggaz generate CREAM<br />

And now you wonder why the FEDS come knock me, infiltrating the system<br />

Don't be suprised nigga, you let those cops in<br />

Plus the record labels is watching, you think they gonna sign you?<br />

You think they gonna put up that bread and get behind you<br />

Reality check, stupid, let me remind you<br />

All that try'nna push ya way through the door, deceased in 9-2<br />

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[Chorus 2X: Trife Da God]<br />

Yah-yo, yah-yo, this is that gangsta shit<br />

Go 'head and roll ya window down and crank that shit<br />

Whether ya red or blue, homey, bang yo click<br />

My New York niggaz get money, and slam those bricks<br />

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[Trife Da God]<br />

In the hood, I'm a Legend like John, I've never been harmed<br />

On the block shooting dice, holding bread in my palm<br />

Gatten Island niggaz, yeah we got a fetish for arms<br />

Berettas tucked in our leathers, strapped with terrorist bombs<br />

Shorties, running around with more Gunz than Corey<br />

Getting high off weed smoke, blowing your funds on forties<br />

You'll be amazed how these rappers try to run with stories<br />

This ain't a novel, muthafucka, this is guts and glory<br />

Pain and struggle, the game will crush you, it's a everyday hustle<br />

You want to eat, you better strain your muscles<br />

Hopeless martyrs, afraid when approached by mobsters<br />

With them grams, call me Sam the way I'm "coachin'" "carters"<br />

With starters, listen homey we can never be partners<br />

Don't get it twisted, handle business with my hands and revolvers<br />

The grown man, that'll touch up your wig, like beauty parlors<br />

Pop niggaz, like, how we pop bottles, you do the honors, nigga<br />

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[Chorus 2X]<br />

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[Tommy Whispers]<br />

Spot you twenty points, and you still can't win<br />

You can't compare Grey Go' to gin, you too thin<br />

Ya'll niggaz is hubcaps fuckin' with big rims<br />

If the shoe fit, then your foot in my timb<br />

Masked up, hoodies and gems, I couldn't defend<br />

Your title small, a deuce-deuce next to a rifle<br />

The hackle'll snipe you, disconnect and dis-mic you<br />

Disrespect your rivals, have you dancing like Michael<br />

Moonwalker, uh-huh, platoon bark, goons in the dark<br />

Only lights from the spark, boom-boom in the parks<br />

Vocals in fumes from my darts, lead the roofs on the part<br />

Fuck up your happy home, daddy's back with a chrome<br />

Snatchin' ya throne, you mimicking, you actually cloned<br />

Finish him, I'm crackin' ya bones, diminishing<br />

Real terror, purple men, backed off pistoling<br />

Like them papies uptown, them hammers is whistling<br />

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[Chorus 2X]<br />

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[Outro: Trife Da God]<br />

Uh, yeah, 718, criminal grind, Theodore<br />

Trife Da God, yo Slay, what up, my nigga?<br />

Tommy Whispers, Kryme Life, youknowhatimeansaying<br />

Money Come First, T.M.F. we getting money over here<br />

Gatten Island niggaz, knowhatimean<br />

Where the guns go off

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