Gangstafied

[Chorus]<br>Mo B. Dick<br><br>We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)<br>We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)<br>We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)<br>We Gangstafied<br><br>[Kane]<br>Wasn`t never no Mama I wanna sing<br>It was mamma I wanna slang<br>So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring<br>Roll through the hood on them gold thangs<br>Now it`s world war 3 in them streets<br>Ain`t gone never have enough police<br>Picture I relax, relate, release<br>Like this all my homies rest in peace<br>Disrespect this, put you in the mix<br>Whopping out that tec grip<br>Running through your click like busting on you like death wish<br>Spinning your head like the exorcist<br>(*Smack*) that`s a death kiss<br>Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies<br>Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies<br>(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens<br>(And dangersous) Dead that`s how we living<br>Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church. <br>Putting in work spitting game on your Boo<br>Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt<br>I`m tru<br>Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot<br>Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on cock<br>Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen<br>P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you`ll be gone with the wind<br>Playa<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br><br>[Master P]<br><br>Time to chop some game with the ballers<br>It ain`t about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters<br>When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks<br>My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks. <br>My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies<br>Never had a chance to see his unborn baby<br>Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac<br>4, 15 woofers bumping behind I`m hitting him in the back<br>Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone<br>Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones<br>Label me a thug like Pac, <br>Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks<br>I`m slanging these tapes we banging <br>Steady hanging on the block <br>Keep product in my socks ready to rock<br>Open up shop cause it all good (all good)<br>Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood<br>I`m bout it, rowdy, gangstafied<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Abel]<br><br>It wasn`t never no Mama I wanna sing<br>Down here it`s mama I wanna gang bang<br>Wearing that red and blue start lying<br>Toting those 9`s, even throwing up signs<br>No peace, <br>Got nothing live for, Deceased<br>By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)<br>Pull the hammer back (That the last)<br>Live fast and watch them die slow<br>You know I really wanna say is that they don`t car about soldiers<br>Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover<br>Can`t remember the last time I was sober<br>(Whoop Whoop) that`s the Po Pos <br>Gotta watch those, <br>The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve<br>Took my money and my herb<br>Every player that on my team got a laser beam<br>Knock your head off, steal your dream<br>Not first you sure, ain`t nutting nice serving fiends ain`t what it seems<br>What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties<br>I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me<br>While you do you jury duty<br>I put my hands on my bruh and we still live<br>cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied<br><br>[Mo B. Dick]<br>soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied<br><br>[Chorus x3]