Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Dj Clue

Uhh And you don't stop 

Rockafella why'all 

Clueminati 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Understand why why'all nigga is mad at me 

Sitting around like damn, that could be me 

All the cars and bitches livin' lavishly 

But there's only one problem you ain't as bad as me 

Who could flip a record company from half a key? 

And drop a gold album do the math with me 

Turn and go platinum, that would be 

Fuck it I lost count 

Why don't you tell me the amount? 

Since you gossip like groupies notice please 

I never go broke my name got 2 G's 

J-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day 

I be right there when your mics blow out 

I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out 

I right there with the same ice to light up your house 

Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out 

I'm the stuff Niggas write about 

Jigga's A legend 

J-Hova end of the session 

Fuck with me now 

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Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

We live from the 7-1-8 

Got my chick in D & V At this very second runnin' your plate 

2 knocks on your door, One gun in your face 

2 Blocks of see-4, I put one in your safe 

Place the safe in the bath tub I got one plire 

You better hope this money don't catch fire 

You so soft no mask no rope one clip and I 

Let this nigga run around untie 

I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild 

But nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom 

You know Jay Z's spot him 

I haven't heard him in a while 

And you know how come? His little faggot in the corner dialing 911 

Snatched the phone get a grip thug you supposed to be tough 

What you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs 

In the underworld we take care of beef ourself 

And another thing yo we police ourself 

Either you follow the codes or you sell cocaine 

This life will swallow your self so get outta game 

Go to church every Sunday and prey hard 

Drug dealer (haha) don't quit your day job 

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Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Nigga who else 

Pop guns and rap jewels 

Mean while 

Burning in hell child 

We the center of attention 

Show me love for my nigga blazing 

My niggas is made men 

Gangsters shit get coke and sugar boes 

Got hoes for every home 

And never fuck they own 

Even though the Fed's got a sweating grip in the chrome 

Commuter case is closed they tapping' the telephone 

Dialing' a 213 zone now 

Got ?? slap a bitch up and send her down 

Felling me, I want to put this hustle behind me 

But every time I look away he's hitting me blindly 

I'm looking for the light baby 

And here it is 

As soon as the nigga smiling 

Darker the night gets 

That's why we Gangster and you players 

Take 2 to the heart Inc. 

World most murderous 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit 

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? 

We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit