Gang Related Lyrics - Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] 

Coast to coast instrumental 

Red and blue what it do I see you 

Chi-town all my GD's it ain't nothing but love nigga 

Maybach music is deeper than the rap nigga 

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] 

Millionaires 

I don't know murs but I know birds 

I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas first 

Fake tough guys it ain't even in your blood 

Sex money murder all them niggas give me love 

Out in Chi-town all them G's get cabbage 

Just indicted dough gave 'em king pin status 

Shittin' on these rappers undercover faggots 

And I brought some work with me for the questions they keep askin' 

Masarati blue it match the denim in the fashion 

Make haters smile but that mack 11 laughin' 

Fuck a few stars 

Fuck a few celebs 

Fuck it fly a coast 

Baby we the best 

Hoes wanna text 

I never wanna talk 

Got the burner in the winter in the middle of New York 

Better hear the facts cause it's deeper than the rap 

I got people that eat your way cheaper than this stack 

Mob threshold 

See the dress code 

I don't say shit twice 

I'm Marc Ecko 

I'm so Complex 

And there's no contest 

I sold fake dope in my own complex 

Before ya a star better come and join the mob 

You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a newer car 

Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl just a fling 

I'm a boom that boy when that girl was ya thing 

Boss 

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[Verse 2: Mark Ecko] 

Breitling flooded links and rings nothing to me 

Everyday another hater say what they gonna do to me 

Please I'm west chillin' with my booya trap 

Niggas scared a who where what 

Not ya'll niggas 

Got me fucked up 

Benz coup or trucked up 

Head shoota run up on ya point blank buck buck 

Fuck a blog my cars a hundred large 

Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a problem 

Boy 

I ain't gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head 

I squeeze from ya neck down numbin 

I gotta deal now 

Told my young boy I hope my steal down 

Started with a steer down 

Ended up front page everybody stomped in the warehouse 

My alibi Ross told the courts know my whereabouts 

Feared by many loved by few 

I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't care about you bro 

I'ma do me if I ain't squeezin my ass shankin' 

I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bucks bankin' 

That's the game to precede a new squad 

New cash touch my ass lose your arm 

Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the left side 

Brought my fortunes to New York villa on the west side 

Condo on Miami Beach 

Ballin' like Miami Heat 

Everybody know trip you see runnin' Miami streets 

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