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What y'all know about this shit man, okay |
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Yeah (niggaz desperate to be) nationwide baby |
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(But don't really know what it means to be) |
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A new millenium (a real true G) |
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Niggaz say, there's gotta be a whole different crew on the set |
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(Gangsters live and gangsters ride) |
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Just to rearrange the whole game (it's hard to survive, either do or die) |
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And that's what my niggaz is doin (in this gangster life) |
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That's what we doin, come check us out, yo |
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Us young niggaz came up with nothin but hopes and dreams |
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Obscene intentions, picture perfect for the pinchin |
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A new invention to this dope game, I'm slangin CD's |
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instead of cocaine, meanwhile takin it in and gainin mo' game |
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My background descended from the hustlers and pimps |
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True redemption for you niggaz, I blew up like the blimp |
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Strong attempts to make these power moves, nationwide we devour crews |
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My momma told me never follow fools |
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On the backstreets, gat beats, had her runnin like track meets |
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Tax freak, class G, servin up them crack trees |
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Joe Rizza, rhyme blizza, from the streets 'til I take my roll |
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I take control, bank fold, ain't never gon' sell my soul |
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I stay committed, when shit go down in my town they say I did it |
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I gots ta get it, and when yo' stash look touched you know I hit it |
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You won't admit it, we bring it hella from that Detroit city |
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Nitty gritty, kick so much ass it gets my gators shitty |
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Niggaz desperate to be |
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But don't really know what it means to be |
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A real true G |
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Gangsters live and gangsters ride |
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It's hard to survive, either do or die |
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In this gangster li-iiiiiiiife |
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Dirty repercussions, nasty destruction, I'm talkin I'm bustin |
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Dumpin bullets in my foes, trigger pullin on you hoes |
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Born with the soul of a soldier; you don't even know what it means |
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to be a G well fuck with me and I'ma show ya |
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The definition, of a killer nigga, get that nigga |
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Bring him to me but don't kill him, let me deal with him |
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Cause I'ma peel him with my scalp, wodie shoulda kept his mouth closed |
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Now it's gonna scream high notes, like some altos |
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My nigga the war is true to down my haters and imitators, smash niggaz to pieces |
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Slash the anger from my gun crucify you bitches like Jesus |
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Squash beef, respect those when my niggaz roll through |
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You claimin a side I'm claimin trues when you make yo' move I make my move |
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Showtime fool, as I think about how you chin checked |
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Any minute they drop like two bitches beggin to get wet |
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Have some respect, cause on my team, a nigga marine |
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Stayin a foot off you scrubs, showin no love to all these hoe fiends |
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360 degrees fool! Shit, I burn like a Pyrex |
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So which one of you motherfuckers wanna step up, and die next? |
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Appetite for mutilation, gangster 2000 |
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An operation no time for debatin, my troops is waitin |
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We roll like Dayton, wires, we keep yo' block on fire |
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Not Juvenile, but I crush empires, fuckin with me |
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I hurt you, like a Jamaican {?} |
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My bitch get evil like {?} a nigga murder mad |
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Niggaz desperate to be |
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But don't really know what it means to be |
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A real true G |
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Gangsters live and gangsters ride |
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It's hard to survive, either do or die |
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In this gangster li-iiiiiiiife |
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[female singer] |
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Gangster (*8X*) |
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To all the true gangsters |
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Gangster (*8X*) |
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To all my true gangsters |