Gangstafied lyrics

Artist  : Kane Able 
Song : Gangstafied
 

[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 youin 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



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[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. 

Myblock 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



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