More Gangsta Music Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'ron

Gangsta Music part 2 

Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana 

Come on, man, let's do It 

Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere 

Up, down, left, right 

Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen 

Shorty do with the wind 

They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest 

Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step 

I like a chick with big breasts on her chest 

Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest 

What, shit, fuck, bitch 

You so crazy 

My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow, whoa 

Rude boi lick a shot 

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Never seen up in a pot, oh, so much coke 

Cook it to a bigga rock 

And I be with dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz 

Crack a dutch or Philly and chief chief with the gangstaz 

I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady 

They makin' me crazy 

And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me 

And I'm makin' 'em crazy 

And they like when I do it, they like when I move it 

They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it 

I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers 

More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda 

I'm movin', movin', movin' 

He's movin', movin', movin' 

We movin', movin', movin' 

Stop movin', shot bruise 'em 

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Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc 

It's my year so 

It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here 

Like Kurt Cobain's was here 

Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it 

Shorty came to do it 

I bang with the five, I see hate in ya eyes 

You waitin' to die 

I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives 

Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side 

You can love it, you can hate it 

You can want it 

I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane 

State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again 

I'm a better child, you's a pedophile 

I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around 

They DTP's, deep throat professionals 

My D.I.P.'s, we so professional 

Got weed, coke, and ecstasy 

Lean, dope, and wet to sale 

We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake 

Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay 

I'm movin', movin', movin' 

Y'all losin', losin', losin' 

I'm movin', movin', movin' 

He's movin', movin', movin' 

We movin', movin', movin' 

Stop movin', shot bruise 'em 

Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc 

It's my year so 

It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here 

Like Kurt Cobain's was here 

I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe 

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal 

Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low 

Lil' dick, you a dick head, not dildo 

I chill though, pippin' in the Range 

All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain 

Who was first that moved with they fam 

Ask you, tattoos on they hand 

Slang all the white, cruise with the tan 

Pink on they back, blue in they van 

Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock 

Purple in the air, green in his pocket 

I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you 

Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you 

That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you 

Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you 

I'm movin', movin', movin' 

He's movin', movin', movin' 

We movin', movin', movin' 

Stop movin', shot bruise 'em 

Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc 

It's my year so 

It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here 

Like Kurt Cobain's was here