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lil wayne - gangsta boys lyrics

[intro: lil wayne]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah wizzle f. baby b-tch! yeah
boys in the motherf-ckin’ hood guess who? yeah you already
(yeah ye ye ye-yeah) i save ya (haha) already yeah
i’m hearin’ n-ggas nag me shorty (haha, yeah, yeah boy) come on

[verse 1: lil wayne]
big money heavyweight, it’s what the streets call him (yeah)
young stunna in this b-tch like she ridin’ on me (yeah)
hidin from nothin’, runnin’ from n0body (uh uh)
boy i tote somethin’ about the size of your whole body (yeah haha)
n-ggas get confronted just as soon it’s a no bottom (yeah haha)
stick ’em in the oven make cinnamon rolls out of ’em (ow)
sweet -ss n-gga, you smell like my girl p-ssy (haha)
i’m aimin’ b-tch n-gga, i ain’t lookin’ (uh)
and i’m namin’ b-tch n-ggas like the cookie (come on)
i’ll knock out your t–th, with the back of the heat (uh)
meat, all over the street, how neat?
if i was starvin’ motherf-cker, i’ll eat, (what) beef (yeah)
ya’ll know me n-gga show me to that treasure (yeah)
see that metal on your tongue, (yeah) better answer every question
wheres it at b-tch n-ggas say somethin’ and i’ll k!ll ya
you never met a k!lla, til’ he k!ll ya, ya dig shorty

[chorus: t.i.]
ha all that matters is what your doin’ n-gga not what your say
n-ggas bullsh-t everyday (alright) but it stop in the a (yeah)
catch me on the east side with a glock and some yay (hay hay hay )
n-ggas bullsh-t everyday but it stop in the a (oh)
i say its on in the inside man them choopers’ll spray
n-ggas bullsh-t everyday but it stop in the a
cause me and block on the block with a block of the k (hay hay hay)
n-ggas bullsh-t everyday but it stop in the a

[verse 2: duke]
yeah
see i hit the blocks off the top within a minute
it dont take long for me to go private to lieutenant
if i said it i meant it and no offenses gettin’ ended (naw)
no east talk the beef ain’t gettin’ dead til’ i end it
i set up rat traps for n-ggas that like to teel tap
sunday mornin’ get the word (yep) but i’m still strapped
roll the dice with me please believe boy you will cr-p
get folded up and tucked the way just like a road map (road map)
yeah life is hard just play your card
thats why roll with god and disregard them broads (disregard them broads)
keep servin’ that hard never spend a rod
this is real sh-t baby this is not a fesode (not a fesode)
dont get it confused lot a n-ggas is fraud
get a background check n-gga that’s why i’m pullin’ your card (pullin your card)
and i might play with that boy so sometimes i’m ‘noyd
i might flip and bury you boys in the back of the yard

[chorus]

[verse 3: jody breeze]
yeah well i was taught to do what i do
that’s why i do what i do
and i ain’t talkin’ sh-t but shorty try me see what i do (boys n da hood)
i’m from the bottom of the problem with n-ggas
it’s too many y’all n-ggas got too many problems with us n-ggas (problem with n-ggas)
i shoot first i not a follower n-gga (follower n-gga)
smoke dro all day, i got a problem with memory
if you n-ggas got a problem then try me when you see me (try me)
cause i ain’t hard to find you n-ggas see me (here i go)
dumped off in the cut all to my lonesome (yep)
went to one of you punks to front for a wh0r-some (go ‘head)
actin’ all tough like your nuts wanna brawl some (go ‘head)
i’m a go get the pump and front like you owe me somethin’ (pow)
you n-ggas still rainchecks your -ss can’t cash yet (ah ha)
your b-tch gave me head now you wanna ski mask sick (n-gga)
crack rock bagged up pounds of seran wrapped (yep)
in zip lock bags fulla cash and then it’s addin’ up
i got gorillas gone mad wanna m-ss up (yep)
askin’ where the ice where the yay where the cash at (yeah)
so y’all n-ggas better hush shut your -ss up
the deuce deuce tray dont play shoot your -ss up

[chorus]

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