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s.l.a.b. - damn you so gangsta lyrics

[trae]
b-tch n-gga, you need to stick to what’s happening
cause you be wolfing on the daily, plus you ride when you capping
i think you entertain yourself, with all your bullsh-t lies
and i ain’t seen a piece of chrome, on all your bullsh-t rides
but still your bullsh-t flies, i know these people can smell it
how the f-ck you gon blow a pound, and don’t know how to inhale it
and i ain’t seen you slam a motherf-cking thang, on my block
except a throw with a ’57 nova, when that broke b-tch stop
how the f-ck you gon slide a n-gga, without your boxing game
plus you got a few beams, aiming dead at your frame
what fo’, cause your -ss wanna get a bigger name
shut the f-ck up, cause now your -ss stuck in the game

[hook]
d-mn you so gangsta, now you with a cl!ck so you hard
when you one deep, n-ggas pull your card
dog you so gangsta, if this would of been you then this would of happened
you k!lling everybody, when you rapping
man you so gangsta, everybody scared of you dog
do you believe, what i’m telling you dog
cause dog you so gangsta, they don’t want no problems with you
they prolly know, you finna send the laws through

[jay’ton]
d-mn you so gangsta, you got your khaki suit with your open toes
rhinestones in bandanas, like some of these hoes
you never catch him at the swap meet, you shop at mervyn’s
everytime we see the n-gga, we gon serve him
sit back and observe him, nervous when you come around real g’s
lying about the connects, and all of the big ki’s
this last week, he told some n-ggas he was with the mob
riding a n-gga d-ck, must be your big job
i woulda did this i woulda did that, but you ain’t did sh-t
lying about the squab, at the club but you ain’t slid sh-t
the lord better be with ya, if you f-ck with me
i’ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty

[hook]

[boss]
i ain’t tripping, i’m on your -ss like a papsmere
you got them same old small -ss, bullets from last year
what them fat laces mean, better come up off em
n-ggas get they bandanas, sn-tched off em
inches from a coffin, rest in rust to all of my enemies
pulling up on these fake n-ggas, to make em remember me
sn-tching a n-gga rag off, cause they ain’t no friend to me
cause these n-ggas out here, got these whole b-tch -ss tendencies

[trae]
back at it for round two, why you steady lying
thinking we don’t know, nothing but the real is what we gonna find
see you the kind of n-gga, that’ll follow the pack
and for any piece of attention, just don’t know how to act
and that’s why you get smacked up, t–th kinda cracked up
every other week, the same two eyes blacked up
you could try to sell a ticket, but my n-gga i ain’t buying it
get clocked upside the head, just for thinking of trying it

[rick d]
d-mn you so gangsta, last week was drop on 3’s
now you short of your rent, and you begging for cheese
wearing your partna chain, say your neck on freeze
y’all n-ggas p-ssy, y’all n-ggas ain’t o.g.’s
we on a mission lil’ daddy, trying to get this feddy
i got a brick you can buy, holla back when you ready
got a sw-ng in the air, trying to hold the wheel steady
see we ball on the dub, but your balling is petty

[hook]

(-talking-)
now-a-day’s, everybody wanna be gangsta
be for real n-gga, run around here lying to everybody
selling these ol’ wolf -ss tickets, you slapped this n-gga
you shot this n-gga, last week you had a lexus
this week a benz, you thinking about buying a maybach
but we let you tell it, know i’m saying
get your mind right mayn, stop all that lying dog
that fraud -ss sh-t, move around with that sh-t mayn
go on step your game up, for real
we just expose the real, that’s what it is for this 2k4-2k5
n-ggas better tell the truth, if not we gon expose it

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