What Gangsta's Do Lyrics - Kane & Abel

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler 

What gangstas do for money 

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see 

Yo, I'm down to do whatever 

I wants money, the powers, the shit, nigga 

I need dollar shit 'til I win the lotto, bitch 

My motto is to get rich 

Hustler make things all right connected on our flight 

You need the Gs and keys over in the car 

Drove back all night, won't do nuttin' for some ass 

While I will do anything for some cash 

Fuck the police, now I from city fresh off a copper's ass 

What you gon do when the bills don't come 

And what you gon' do when it's time to lay it down 

This nigga don't give a fuck 'bout nuttin' 

But dollar dollar bills y'all, the real y'all 

I'm tryin' to get a mil y'all 

I cost these things that I can afford that I want 

You calls for the Cadillac with the 5th wheel 

And I'm up in the trunk 

So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask 

I be blastin', I'm gonna get the cash by any means 

The stash plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat 

You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your eyes 

When you see me on the creep 

What gangstas do for money 

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see 

Yo, I'm down to do whatever 

Them niggaz that feel us, be the killas and dealers 

Witness my shit, nigga, strong arm for skrilla 

Top yo mama for a dollar, gangstas do what we gotta 

Back the coke sell the powder for the money and power 

No Limit rider, bitch don't make me sayin' no lotta 

If it's over my loot, I shoot and never miss 

But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits 

Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip 

Nigga down to do some work, put in work, make it hurt 

Take my hollow chips, wipe 'em with my T-Shirt 

Charge It 2 The Game, chasin' fortune and fame 

Never snitchin', ears itchin', Feds mention my name 

Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane stay true to the game 

If it ain't about the paper, we just can't understand 

If you ain't scared 

Better get somewhere when I pull this trigger 

We some seven figure military minded niggaz 

What gangstas do for money 

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see 

Yo, I'm down to do whatever 

Show me money, I'm smooth, I'm street smart 

But I don't play by the rules, nigga move 'til we get caught 

You know I'm 'bout my mail, nigga can't you tell 

P gon' get me out of jail, nigga, he goin' for the bail 

But I'm a sleep in my cell 'til they call my name 

And niggaz rappin' to me all night 'cause of all this fame 

Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me, he was hella tight 

I'm told 'em someone get out, they came for a light 

They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck 

But I'm 'bout to bail you out, so y'all niggaz stay up escape 

Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man 

Nigga just waitin' for the champagne and 'cause that's me 

What you gonna do when you get outta jail 

I rather be sayin' dumb shit, than sit here 

What do you consider that 

Smokin' green with my niggaz and cleanin' my strap 

What gangstas do for money 

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see 

Yo, I'm down to do whatever 

What gangstas do for money 

187, 211, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it see 

Yo, I'm down to do whatever