Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Singles - Do Or Die

Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen 

Or we can get into some gangsta shit 

(gangsta shit) 

(gangsta shit) 

Chorus 

Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit 

But y'all mother fuckers ain't 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 it's 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 y'all ain't ready for no gangsta shit 

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit 

But y'all ain't 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 don't back down 

Do or die for life 

Mutherfuckers and you know 

Niggas be commin with pistol 

When it's time they don't 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 don't 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 y'all ain't ready for no gangsta shit 

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit 

But y'all ain't ready for no gangsta shit