The Game

The Game - Gangsta Shit (Vida Diss)

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Vida:

Vida, the multi-million dollar diva

The Game's changed, The Game's done caught that amnesia

How your fingers gonna get next to this?

You damn near ??? sending me all your text messages

Monday you're blowing me up, Tuesday's the same

Wednesday's smell strip night so I don't hear from Game

He outplayed I done saved a couple of your messages

Don't know why you texting me cos women ain't your preference

But anyway, any rate, Vida's never on your team

You need to go back to Kanye and find another "Dream"

Find another video hoe, another fiend

Cos the only way you'll find me is if you find another ...

Bitch shut the fuck up!

Get the fuck outta here!

Verse 1 (Game):

Quick for death though

Get pussy like a lesbo

Ben Frank the king get green like the gecko

Four-finger ring, '87 gold chain

All black Air Ones, tape em like Daddy Kane

Smooth criminal bitches love the way I flow

The way I puff Cuban cigars and sip Don slow

V.I.P. lick it up, it's real go get a cup

Champagne like cum in her mouth, the way she spit it out

The black Hugh Hef sold crack, blast a few TECs

Fuck em all doggy style now who's next?

Reign terror pull they pony tail fuck em in the mirror

Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra

Reign terror pull they pony tail fuck em in the mirror

Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra

Used to fuck nasty bitches

Moved up to classy bitches

Peep the way I went from rags to riches

Chorus:

It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)

Verse 2:

I never once dreamed about a hood rat

Only dream about bitches with good cap

Beyoncé, Ashanti!

Get money like Andre

Which one? Pick one

3,000 or the sick drum, slick tongue

For these foul niggas outta bounds with they lyrics

Put em to death with mine I murk em by the minute

This beef shit I seize quick

My clip crowded like the Freaknik

Bout Dat, Bout Dat, that Master P shit

Tell em haters to eat dick and die slow

While we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0

Pop Cristal with foreign bitches

Pussy official

Me and head game got more to dish out

Told B.I.G. piss they ass, they do too

They know we fuck all night like we say we do

I used to fuck ashy bitches

Moved up to classy bitches

Peep how I went from rags to riches

Chorus:

It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)

Verse 3:

I been around the world and nya-ya-ya

I can't find a bitch that pop shit and don't ride dicks like Heather Hunter

I'm talking whoever wanna

Get they brains fucked out by Mrs. seven summers

Never hand chump sex

But I know bitches that write pussy off like bump checks

And model Funk Flex

Bitch cheated, I wouldn't give her what she needed

Wouldn't eat it or beat it

Two-fingered the bitch Vida like a virgin

Two finger split had her swerving

Like me in the Rolls Royce, lick it up behind curtains

I keep bitches screaming and squirting

Never heard em but the pussy get murder

Feel like they been bit by a serpent

I never fucked a bitch that would turn me down

Just like never fucked a bitch that would burn me, wow

I used to fuck nasty bitches

Now I fuck classy bitches

Peep how I went from rags to riches

Chorus:

It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)<br />

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