Gangsta Shit Lyrics by Do Or Die

Gangsta Shit Lyrics

    Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
    Or we can get into some gangsta shit
    (gangsta shit)
    (gangsta shit)

    Chorus

    Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
    But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this

    I knew he was bluffin
    High of that blunt he was puffin
    Talkin all that shit
    Now his whole click sufferin
    Duckin' runnin' hidin' did i
    Shock the whole world
    Its just that block keep us tied in
    His own killer cried
    In the spot that he deid in
    Went to rest from her tears
    Off the blood that he died in
    We ridin'
    Just becouse it's death before dishonor
    An i'ma
    Make you bitches pay for this drama
    (gangsta shit)

    Did you say drama
    Snatched the extra keys
    To my hummer
    It's simply eight niggas
    About to head for this drama
    Homicidal breakin windpipe
    They keep it comin
    Till them players like a fist fight
    Done turned into a shit site
    So when its midnight
    Its survival of the fitest
    Were nowhere near brother this 45
    Nobody knows who did this
    Nigga i ride with a gangsta bitch
    Smokin bees while i bump
    In this gangsta shit

    Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
    But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

    Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
    But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

    Niggas we just talk like men
    So put your strap down
    All of us are killers
    In the set
    And we dont back down
    Do or die for life
    Mutherfuckers and you know
    Niggas be commin with pistol
    When its time they dont show
    Niggas talk that bite
    What they done made
    And all that dumb shit
    Fool we done shut you down
    For round for round
    Cus you dont rush shit
    Throwin extra clips and all that shit
    And we gone waste ya
    Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
    When we face ya

    If a red buick's grey'd out
    Forty niggas in the black streets
    Came out the cain house
    Left a nigga lyin for dead
    Screamin one of his hommies names out
    I was thirteen rained out
    Couldnt see identify
    Two keys and fifty g's
    And one dead nigga off inside
    Now we ride
    Smokin bees
    And contimplatin
    Just be normal out
    Plus we a combination
    Now mark his words
    Paper chasin gon get you face down
    Whoosh
    With one bullet i leave you face down


    Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
    But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

    Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
    But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

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