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d.p.g. - cuz i'm a gangsta lyrics

[chorus: daz dillinger]
i smoke blunts, drink yac
bust caps at b-tch n-ggas ’cause it’s nothin’ to me
(’cause i’m a gangsta)
i gang bang, brains hangin’, dope slangin’
that’s the part of life of bein’ a g
(’cause i’m a gangsta)
robbin’ banks, police shootouts, high speeds
and you know it ain’t sh-t to me
(’cause i’m a gangsta)
blowin’ dope, make like 5, make like 10
it ain’t sh-t, it ain’t nothin’ but g’s
(’cause i’m a gangsta)

[kurupt]
growin’ and gainin’, postin’ and bangin’
holsters and chambers, toasters and laser
beam operated cannons, to keep everything outside outside
the homies dumpin’ round the outside
me and daz is on a mission, tell me what ya think
f-ck the world n-gga, we raidin’ federal banks
it’s the only way to get some f-ckin’ money nowadays
off of five, off of ten, off of twenty nowadays
off of nine, get me nine, get the nine, nina pop
f-ck around and get your femur chipped – stop, open up
or you get your motherf-ckin’ whole front opened up
from your motherf-ckin’ navel to your motherf-ckin’ hairline
seperated in sections, look up, open lungs
since the days of shootin’ muskets, i done been bustin’
lookin’ at the law in they eyes like “f-ck it, it’s nothin”
face to face shootin’ and dumpin’, dippin’ and duckin’
you see i –

[daz dillinger]
a quarter ki and two pounds with the fifty rounds
we’ll spray ya from the ceiling, spray ya down to the ground
i’m vicious my n-gga, you know i have no feelings
check out the news for the next notorious dogg pound k!llin’
i’m mill’d out, i’m thugged out
learned to grip a pistol from n-ggas who fresh out
i’m loc’d up, i’m loc’d up
ready for our provokers, n-ggas gotta die for it
i put it down from the barrel, n-ggas path is narrow
my aim sharp as an arrow, motherf-cker i dare ya
step up, feel the wrath of al-qaeda
dat n-gga daz, kurupt young gotti – them dogg pound riders
we on fire, torch y’all n-ggas to death
f-ck what you talkin’ ’bout, we the last n-ggas left
original cl!ck, two semi clips, yeah i love this sh-t
plus a agua stick, n-gga we runnin’ this sh-t

[kurupt]
sippin’ on thunderchicken in my neighborhood gear
like what’s happenin’ motherf-cker, there’s a hood up in here
straight dogg pound’ out like what’s it about
you or me? or is it ’bout what’s goin’ on now?
i got somethin’ here n-gga that’ll force the crowd
to u-turn motherf-cker, immediately, like now
there’s only a few people who knows what’s goin’ down
the rest is headed the opposite direction right now
we h-ll hounds

[daz dillinger]
n-ggas is h-ll bound, throwin’ ’em in the fire
my desire’s to keep a strap (’cause these n-ggas be liars)
i’m required to keep a strap ’cause these n-ggas be wired
you know i’ll keep it g until the day i expire
you know the gang code, we catch ’em slippin’, let the gat explode
now he drop to his knees n-gga, now the story told
open book, the public lookin’, lay dead on the pavement
he prayed all day, but the lord couldn’t save him
all the dumb sh-t he did caught up to him b-tch
now he’s shot up as swiss cheese, found in a ditch
p-ss a couple of they homies, now we empty the clip
n-gga this dogg pound gangsta crip
n-ggas know now

- d p g lyrics

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