Gangstafied Lyrics by Kane & Able

Gangstafied Lyrics

    [chorus]
    Mo b. dick

    We gangstafied (yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
    We gangstafied (this is for the real tru gangstas)
    We gangstafied (yes you know indeed)
    We gangstafied

    [kane]
    Wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
    It was mamma i wanna slang
    So i can show off my gold chain, gold ring
    Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
    Now it's world war 3 in them streets
    Ain't gone never have enough police
    Picture i relax, relate, release
    Like this all my homies rest in peace
    Disrespect this, put you in the mix
    Whopping out that tec grip
    Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
    Spinning your head like the exorcist
    (*smack*) that's a death kiss
    Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
    Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
    (scandalous) like robin givens
    (and dangersous) dead that's how we living
    Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
    Putting in work spitting game on your boo
    Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
    I'm tru
    Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
    Down south hustlers got on lock, with that j-l-o-c on cock
    Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the pen
    P-h at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
    Playa

    [chorus]


    [master p]

    Time to chop some game with the ballers
    It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
    When the task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
    My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
    My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
    Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
    Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
    4, 15 woofers bumping behind i'm hitting him in the back
    Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
    Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
    Label me a thug like pac,
    Cause i done got the world hooked on ice cream i mean these gangsta rocks
    I'm slanging these tapes we banging
    Steady hanging on the block
    Keep product in my socks ready to rock
    Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
    Mr. ice cream man or call me mr. rogers of the neighborhood
    I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied

    [chorus]

    [abel]

    It wasn't never no mama i wanna sing
    Down here it's mama i wanna gang bang
    Wearing that red and blue start lying
    Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
    No peace,
    Got nothing live for, deceased
    By the hands of that 4-4 (clack clack)
    Pull the hammer back (that the last)
    Live fast and watch them die slow
    You know i really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
    Falling asleep behind the whell in the range rover
    Can't remember the last time i was sober
    (whoop whoop) that's the po pos
    Gotta watch those,
    The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
    Took my money and my herb
    Every player that on my team got a laser beam
    Knock your head off, steal your dream
    Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
    What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
    I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
    While you do you jury duty
    I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
    Cause no limit soldiers survive gangstafied

    [mo b. dick]
    Soooooo, sooooo, soooo, gangstafied

    [chorus x3]

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