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Do or Die

"Gangsta sh*t"

n*gga we can handle this like some gentelmen
Or we can get into some gangsta sh*t
(Gangsta sh*t)
(Gangsta sh*t)

Chorus

Ya'll mother f*ckers want some gangsta sh*t
But ya'll mother f*ckers ain't ready for this

I knew he was bluffin
High of that blunt he was puffin
Talkin all that sh*t
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'mma
Make you b*tches pay for this drama
(gangsta sh*t)

Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my Hummer
It's simply eight n*ggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidal breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Till them players like a fist fight
Done turned into a sh*t site
So when its midnight
Its survival of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
n*gga I ride with a gangsta b*tch
Smokin bees while I bump
In this gangsta sh*t

Yall mutherf*ckers want some gangsta sh*t
But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh*t

Yall mutherf*ckers want some gangsta sh*t
But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh*t

n*ggas we just talk like men
So put your strap down
All of us are killers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or Die for life
Mutherf*ckers and you know
n*ggas be commin with pistol
When its time they dont show
n*ggas talk that bite
What they done made
And all that dumb sh*t
Fool we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush sh*t
Throwin extra clips and all that sh*t
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 n*ggas in the black streets
Came out the Cain house
Left a n*gga lyin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Couldn't see identify
Two keys and fifty G's
And one dead n*gga 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 mutherf*ckers want some gangsta sh*t
But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh*t

Yall mutherf*ckers want some gangsta sh*t
But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh*t

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