So Gangsta feat. Major Figgas

歌詞

(feat. Major Figgas) [Dutch:] Put two trees on mine [Spade:] Okay home boy [Dutch:] So gangsta [Gilly:] Gangsta! [Spade:] An A+, we gon' stay up [Dutch:] I said get back nigga [Spade:] This shit gangsta [Chorus: Dutch (Gilly)] Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta (Gangsta!) Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta You know whats up (CMR) You niggas can't fuck wit us (Figga for life) Cause everytime we drop its gangsta, so gangsta [Spade] We gon, keep it gangsta and drop it like its hot cause Muh-fuckas ain't gon' rock it if its not You say them whores modelin, them whores swallowin When you in the Bently Azure with the Halogens We CMR so hunnies see the bling and we Out the car screamin money ain't a ting Throwin hundreds out the window, blowin on some endo CL, spendin Sprewell's on the Benzo [Gilly] I never claim to be the toughest or the hardest nigga But you know I ain't the softest nigga What you want a coffin nigga? Philly baller like A.I., I stay fly Hit a nigga with three, but not from the key From the Desert E hand gat You get your mans clapped (when?) When I pop up on his ass like anthrax So who you ridin with? And who you slidin with? If it ain't the Kid and them bitch get ridda him I'm so gangsta! [Chorus] [Chops] You catch Dirty at the dice game Bets hittin the concrete When the bricks and bones meet Jags gettin new sneaks Chrome dip size 20 on the feet Plus the name gettin stiched in the Coach butter seats Where I'm from we get tossed birds, never cross words Act tough get your wig bust with the Mossberg Philly nigga, four stars, I'm high rank Played the pie, now I grind sellin denk countin bank nigga [Dutch] If you ain't got shit Lemme here you scream life is a bitch (its a bitch) If you ever hadda take a niggas shit (gimme that shit!) Put your gun in the air and wave it (yeah) Yeah, yeah like that Man I ain't listen to pop but I listen to Pac Once again its Dutchman with Spade to the you-know You know you know what you don't want Dutchman sittin in your crib with the pump bitch! [Chorus] [Ab Liva] Its beautiful when gangstas meet See I had to learn, watch craw slow Gangsta to the crossroads I speak in codes Got the foresight for soft white The yay brighter than them Porsche lights (With poor sight) Thugs fall victim to the jakes On my block (was on all night like a portch light) You niggas is borin, I'm snorin, ignorin Your cars' on Drexlers, my shit on Jordans Two three, who we, heartfelt I riddle my life over looseleaf, heartfelt I scribble my life over looseleaf, thugs relate Bout to break the thin line between love and hate Thugs debate, glocks show, caskets come Shots blow past, half masked, flags is up Drop low fast, too late, gasp it up So gangsta how I hit you bastards up [Chorus x2: to fade]