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street cartel – i’m a gangsta lyrics

phyllie-
n-gg-s thought i could spit til i f-ck they head up
put c-ke on they strip then if-cked they bread up
and now my team is riding in all 6’s
n-gg-s in the front, in the back, all b-tches
n-gg-s talk sh-t, get sn-tched for ya’ll rich’s
18 across ya grill, all stiches
you dudes talk cause you thinking it’s sweet
well how the f-ck you gonne think wit your brain in the street
i’m banging the heat
anything you claiming is weak
and if you get your team dog then i’m banging ya peeps
it’s nothing
i deal more than delt cane in these streets
i shut down stips and i maintained them for weeks
look, i bang the fifth til it look like a plane crash
i’m tryna see cash like hov and dame dash
i spit slugs that’ll stay in ya face
don’t’t sleep, i’ll run up on you why you saying ya grace
akh you know i keep steel on the waist
cops still on the chase
i’m hot so you know i’m killing the place
look it’s crazy when banging the 4
you gone see so many sh-lls on block you gone think it the sh-r-, m-th-f-cka
hook- 2x
cause i’m a gangsta n-gg-
when n-gg-s wanna ride on
you see my gun n-gg- we not homies
you probably’ll run and call the cops on me
but i don’t give a f-ck, know why?
bad news-
after i get my nut then i booting a scag
n-gg-s try kill me so i take a p–p wit a mag
listen, never hesitate when shooting a f-g
my gun’ll have you holding your heart like you saluting the flag
ever since i got a gun, i knew i was bad
selling the same sh-t that was polluting my dad to get the loot in the bag
they rooting for bad
took it to the pen and the pad
i’m getting them mad
i smoke a lot so to hang with me you need a gas mask
i roll a lot get my weed in trash bags
come on akh coming on my block tryna flash cash
that’ll get your sh-t swiped like a transp-ss
a grown man go play some where
n-gg-s think it’s sweet cause i ain’t got no facial hair
time to make sh-t clear i’m the best in the city
the only hot bad news, the rest of sh-tty
hook- 2x
cause i’m a gangsta n-gg-
when n-gg-s wanna ride on
you see my gun n-gg- we not homies
you probably’ll run and call the cops on me
but i don’t give a f-ck, know why?
midnite-
n-gg-s lose limbs i condone arm robbery
upside they head is where the crystal bottle be
cause they plan on f-cking with the gift
that’s some bullsh-t
they must be f-cking around wit that sniff
sh-t i’m starting to feel sorry for yo -ss
try recycling my n-gg- stop putting out trash
cause ya’ll might push weight still ya whole f-cking squad is weak
i gotta look down at ya peak
you n-gg-s is sweet i’ll never go pop like elastic
real hip hop is underground like a casket
tragic sh-t can happen when you act up
squad deep in the streets wanna act tough
but when you ride solo it’s routine
like a dope fiends vein you get your b-tch -ss smacked up
cause n-gg-s getting out of hand like a fumble
b-tch n-gg-s mumble, real n-gg-s stay humble

- street cartel lyrics

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