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lil scrappy - gangsta gangsta remix lyrics

[intro]
zone 3, aye!!
we finna crunkin’ b-tch up (bme!)
show yall what some real gangstas is at
some of yall n-ggas just dunno (g-unit!)

[chorus w/ lil jon ad-libs]
i’m a (gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann’ ride?
wit a (gangsta gangsta), aye!
yea dat’s me, tinted out ridin’ durrty – comin’ down ya street
i’m a (gangsta gangsta), git triggas squeez’d up!
got fitty k!llas with me, strap’d down – g’s up!!
cuz i’m a (gangsta gangsta), yea top of the list
bme motherf-cker – git cha mind right b-tch!

[verse 1 – lil scr-ppy]
so many ways, you can spray, git hit
with tha’ k, anyday, ain’t gon’ motherf-ckin’ say (aye, aye!!)
dat you might git touched
cuz ’em gangsta -ss n-ggas, they don’t talk too much
come around, f-ck with me, and then you might git rushed
nawh, i ain’t with the yappin’, but i make the gat go bust
keep f-ckin’ with us, we off the danger-ous
show you the meanin’ of ash 2 ash, is just a dust
if you laid back in the ‘lac
i dunno if them hatas gon’ handle dat
keep my motherf-ckin’ hand on my f-ckin’ gat
aye, yall motherf-ckers betta git back
yea, all the young ladies call me +get it mayn’+
i don’t know if yall lames gon’ undastand
you can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
tried to keep it like a lame, you ain’t got a chance bwoi, cuz

[verse 2 – young buck]
you thank you a k!lla, but we gon’ just pay ’em a visit
put the potato on the barrel, so no body hear it
i keep a holsta on my shoulda like i’m john wayne
shootin’ these n-ggas lights out like lebron james
holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleedin’
afta you feel these hollo’ tips, n-gga – then we eatin’
full of anger until there’s no mo’ bullets in the chamber
ain’t nothang like when you git popped and don’t know who to blame-a
n-gga told me, “do ya durrt all by your lonely”
so i go hit ’em n-ggas ‘fore 50 couldn’t even hold me
i’m waitin’, antic-p-tin’ to put a n-gga unda
smokin’ like we some jamaicans f-ckin’ with this ganja
ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
bad as i want to, some sh-t i just don’t discuss
so point ’em out and watch how i knock him off
err’where you b-tches go – i got a n-gga watchin’ yall, motherf-ckers!

[verse 3 – b.g.]
it ain’t easy livin’ where the young die fast (fast)
it’s eitha rap, or take a penitentiary chance (chance)
this rap sh-t too easy fo’ me to go back
ten fo’ a piece of crack, fifty to rap on a track
but i ain’t lyin’, the streets call sometime
i could go to detroit, sell ’em a thousand a pound
and git ’em fo’ bout two-hunned in h-town
fo’git it, i ain’t even goin’ dat route (f-ck it)
i just do it like i do it, cuz the streets love it (love it)
i hold it down, neva bow, gotta stay thuggin’
i don’t be trippin’ when the hatas go to mean-muggin’ (muggin’)
i keep a strap in the hand so i keep stuntin’ (stuntin’)
now it’s known by the whole world who a joke (joke)
he ain’t a man – got dreads, you already know (wayne)
all my gangstas, gon’ put ya hands up (put ’em up)
and all my hott gurls, back dat azz up

- lil scrappy lyrics

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