Do Or Die

Do Or Die - Gangsta Shit lyrics

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Or we can get into some gangsta shit
 (Gangsta Shit)
 (Gangsta Shit)

 Chorus

 Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
 But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this

 I knew he was bluffin
 High of that blunt he was puffin
 Talkin all that shit
 Now his whole click sufferin
 Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I
 Shock the whole world
 Its just that block keep us tied in
 His own killer cried
 In the spot that he deid in
 Went to rest from her tears
 Off the blood that he died in
 We ridin'
 Just becouse It's death before dishonor
 An I'ma
 Make you bitches pay for this drama
 (gangsta shit)

 Did you say drama
 Snatched the extra keys
 To my Hummer
 It's simply eight niggas
 About to head for this drama
 Homicidal breakin windpipe
 They keep it comin
 Till them players like a fist fight
 Done turned into a shit site
 So when its midnight
 Its survival of the fitest
 Were nowhere near brother this 45
 Nobody knows who did this
 Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch
 Smokin bees while I bump
 In this gangsta shit

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 Niggas we just talk like men
 So put your strap down
 All of us are killers
 In the set
 And we dont back down
 Do or Die for life
 Mutherfuckers and you know
 Niggas be commin with pistol
 When its time they dont show
 Niggas talk that bite
 What they done made
 And all that dumb shit
 Fool we done shut you down
 For round for round
 Cus you dont rush shit
 Throwin extra clips and all that shit
 And we gone waste ya
 Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
 When we face ya

 If a red Buick's grey'd out
 Forty niggas in the black streets
 Came out the Cain house
 Left a nigga lyin for dead
 Screamin one of his hommies names out
 I was thirteen rained out
 Couldnt see identify
 Two keys and fifty G's
 And one dead nigga off inside
 Now we ride
 Smokin bees
 And contimplatin
 Just be normal out
 Plus we a combination
 Now mark his words
 Paper chasin gon get you face down
 Whoosh
 With one bullet I leave you face down


 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

 Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
 But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit
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Copyrights:

Author: Anthony Round, Samuel Lindley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot Records, Virgin Records America, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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