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fat tone - gangstafied lyrics

[chorus:]
so gangstafied, so gangsta, so gangstafied(so gangstafied)
when it’s time to ride, we let them high guns fly(the high guns fly)
so gangstafied, so gangsta, so gangstafied(so gangstafied)
them n-gg-s caught in the life, but we gone stay gangstafied

[verse 1:]
i’m a vet
i’m a gangsta like pat-loc, i hustle like brotha j
a savage like lil mike, got killas to busta k
i’m a g for my turf right, you no how i get down
a fifty will spit now, best calm all that sh-t down
cause boy oh boy all it takes is a phone call
for n-gg-s to pull up and yaw gone get fulled up
with k’s and gage sh-lls, it’s too late to try to bail
everyone of you n-gg-s die, that way can’t n-body tell
it’s loc on mine n-gg- stay packin my heat n-gg-
i rip threw your teeth n-gg-, that way you can eat n-gg-
they feed you from a tube, you sh-t from out a bag
you gone be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of your life f-g

[verse 2:]
i’m that block mobster, real menace with a choppa
if popped we get it on lik pac and big pappa
slow ya role, i gotcha, all you gotta do is call me
we don’t be hidin loc, in the swamps is where we all be
deals lik alldez, skating tall rims, on cronic a e pill
and whole bottle of rem, every corner i be in
they mug abe, talkin bout f-ck 8th, but they don’t wonna fade
they heart pumps gatorade, i stay sprayed with sucker raid repelant,
ain’t no tellin, who tellin, and you can’t tell if he tellin what he tellin,
so i stay bellin, cause i ain’t tryna have that in my mix mane,
cause n-gg-s will have you caught up in some real b-tch sh-t mane,
can’t hold water, keep his nose stuffed with powder,
talkin bout abe and fat tone f-ck with out of towner,
everything on the counter is worth a pretty penny,
them trick for dollar b-tches still wonna kick it with me

[verse 3:]
so ya hommie got popped and you didn’t retaliate
scared to put in some work, you shouldve stayed in they church
but naw you wonna be a g so f-ckin bad so you and your f-ckin dad,
got shot on ya f-ckin pad, and they smoked ya grandma when she unlocked the front door,
cause she paniced and sreamed when she seen yaw on the floor,
they shot you from waist up, even cutcha face up
threw yo mama out the window when she opened the safe up
drama boy you wasn’t ready for that, now they see you in the paper like
wawhen she come back, now you gone with the boogyman, headed to neverland
you stuck tere for ever man, i hope it gets better man,
your life is gone now, your son is grown now and he f-ckin for me
cause he no i’m a og, been in it since 93, ain’t no stoppin n-gg-
better watch what you say for i come choppin n-gg-, yeah

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