KANE & ABEL

KANE & ABEL - What Gangsta's Do lyrics

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Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler

What gangstas do for money

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see

Yo, I'm down to do whatever

I wants money, the powers, the shit, nigga

I need dollar shit 'til I win the lotto, bitch

My motto is to get rich

Hustler make things all right connected on our flight

You need the Gs and keys over in the car

Drove back all night, won't do nuttin' for some ass

While I will do anything for some cash

Fuck the police, now I from city fresh off a copper's ass

What you gon do when the bills don't come

And what you gon' do when it's time to lay it down

This nigga don't give a fuck 'bout nuttin'

But dollar dollar bills y'all, the real y'all

I'm tryin' to get a mil y'all

I cost these things that I can afford that I want

You calls for the Cadillac with the 5th wheel

And I'm up in the trunk

So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask

I be blastin', I'm gonna get the cash by any means

The stash plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat

You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your eyes

When you see me on the creep

What gangstas do for money

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see

Yo, I'm down to do whatever

Them niggaz that feel us, be the killas and dealers

Witness my shit, nigga, strong arm for skrilla

Top yo mama for a dollar, gangstas do what we gotta

Back the coke sell the powder for the money and power

No Limit rider, bitch don't make me sayin' no lotta

If it's over my loot, I shoot and never miss

But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits

Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip

Nigga down to do some work, put in work, make it hurt

Take my hollow chips, wipe 'em with my T-Shirt

Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and fame

Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds mention my name

Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay true to the game

If it ain't about the paper, we just can't understand

If you ain't scared

Better get somewhere when I pull this trigger

We some seven figure military minded niggaz

What gangstas do for money

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see

Yo, I'm down to do whatever

Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm street smart

But I don't play by the rules, nigga move 'til we get caught

You know I'm 'bout my mail, nigga can't you tell

P gon' get me out of jail, nigga, he goin' for the bail

But I'm a sleep in my cell 'til they call my name

And niggaz rappin' to me all night 'cause of all this fame

Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me, he was hella tight

I'm told 'em someone get out, they came for a light

They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck

But I'm 'bout to bail you out, so y'all niggaz stay up escape

Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man

Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause that's me

What you gonna do when you get outta jail

I rather be sayin' dumb shit, than sit here

What do you consider that

Smokin' green with my niggaz and cleanin' my strap

What gangstas do for money

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see

Yo, I'm down to do whatever

What gangstas do for money

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see

Yo, I'm down to do whatever

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