[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y’all muthafucka’s that didn’t think we was comin’ out
Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin’ house
Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin’ house, Wish Bone
And the muthafuckin’ bomb is in the muthafuckin’ house
We gonna do a little something like this…
Yeah…Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let’s proceed with lychin’, yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now you know what I’m bitchin’, ho
The weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball
Put triggers on niggas
In rivers, that’s where they find y’all
So drop to your knees
That’s the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you’re soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that’s the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper’s much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you’re stayin’ in line
Me twenty two is no fun
So let me play with me nine
I’m steppin’with the Enterpri$e
My only army brigade, and if I drop
Then I just throw this like a hand-grenade
[Bizzy]
You see no pistol’s in the holster
Watch the dot’s on your forehead
I’m gunnin’ while you’re runnin
And there’s plenty of bloodshed
There’s no sympathy over killin
I already warned you
You crossed the path of a maniac
So now you’re a goner
Don’t ever step up in my face
‘Cause stupid bitch, you’ll get served
Get on my dick, and stop steppin’
I’m startin to loose all my nerve
Your thirty-eights, your forty-fives
Ain’t doin’ shit to me
Punk, ’cause once you’re disabled
Believe you’re gonna get stomped
‘Cause you ain’t nothin’ but a ho, and of course
I hope you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat
And it is murder Bizz wrote
See, I’m unloadin’ while you’re foldin’ on your niggas
The usual, doublecross me
And I’ll bet that I’ll be laughin’ at your funeral
[Layzie]
Now, see, I’m robbin’ and killin’ and stealin’
Makin’ a dope-dealin’, that’s what I do daily
‘Cause Layzie gotta make a livin’
And I don’t give a damn
I take your life for what you got
If you got what I want, then you gonna straight-up get shot
A bullet to your forehead, there be a couple more, bitch
Yeah, I perp like I’m your nigga just to get your ass misled
That’s when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away
Thought you had a friend, but I’m a nigga gettin’ paid
Real swift, here’s a gift, comin’at you is a bullet
The psychopathic nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it
And I ain’t never had no gratitude
Layzie Bone be crazy killin’ with a ganksta attitude
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down
Me breakin’ ’em down, man
Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down
Me breakin’ ’em down, man
Me breakin’ down, me breakin’ down
Me breakin’ down, man
Wish Bone, come down, man
[Wish]
Now we hittin’ niggas up, and we ain’t comin’ cheap
You wanna jump? Feel froggish, muthafucka, leap
We gettin’ drunk, start shit, drinkin’ sixty-four’s
I brought a liter. Where’s your posse?
Smack your fuckin’ ho. I got your bitch on my dick
Because I’m here for my cap down
When steppin’ through C-Town
You better be strapped down
The bigger my trigger
The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep
So how do you figure that you’ll be the one
To unload in my fuckin’ chest
So when you catch me steppin’
I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and
Why you trip and find your clip
And tell your bitch to suck my dick
Wish Bone’ll pop that ass quick, fool
Don’t try to fuck with this ganksta attitude
Buck, me breakin’ ’em down
Once again me breakin’ ’em down
Krayzie Bone, come break ’em down
Krayzie Bone come break ya down
[Krayzie]
I’m steppi
[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] |
[O’Dell]
Gangstafied forever, forever
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya
[Kane & Abel]
Whats up to all my people, Kane and Abel is back
Down south hustlers, soldier haters and jealous busters got me strapped
Got bigger paper now so I gotta bigger gat
Slangers and head busters ride burbans and lacs
Please, every brass for the tank love (ya heard me)
Cause soldiers respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs
Like Slim say, hundred ground drum in the AK
If you dont respect the rap sheet, we don’t play
Got fand in Japan who love this ghetto rap
Got to holler at Master P cause he put us on the map
Kane on attack, wont you let me hear the click clack
Represent your war stay hard soldiers in combat
[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
[Silkk The Shocker]
I’m a G-A-N-G-S to the A (gangsta)
I’m a gangsta ass nigga, huh I dont play
Don’t make me act a motherfuckin fool
I couldn’t get a job I had to settle for robbing niggas I got too many
tattoos
That’s how I slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at
Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love that
[Mr. Serv-On]
I’m a G to the A to the N to the S to the T to the F to the I to the E to
the D
You know the S to the E to the R to the V always ready to cock to the
glock
Niggas drop to the pop, nigga this tank block
Pushin that ass to the four to the O, niggas know this N.O.
So feel my pain niggas know the game
Down with Kane & Abel a hundred G’s on the T to the A to the L to the A
[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
[Kane & Abel]
I hit the block gat cocked down to do some thangs
Talkin bout the white change, we can move some thangs
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane remain TRU to the game
Decked out on the cut with the platinum frame
Meet me at the motel choppin way on the scale
Caught the dirty ghetto mail on this highway to hell
Wo wo, the po po’s kick down the door
Caught the cash yay low now they searchin for more
No peace in the city where the soldiers dwell
Fifteen years old war stories to tell
Well
[O’Dell] (Kane & Abel)
Gangstafied forever
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (TRU, damn it feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied forever, forever (feel good to be a gangsta)
Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya (Gangstafied, no limit soldier) |
[Mannie Fresh]
Ladies and gentlemen
This one goes out to that little kid that got fried Spam for lunch
I feel for you, I’m with you, I’m with you brother
And this one right here is fot that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp gets killed
[Hook x2]
Gangstas and pimps
Love lobster and shrimp
Kool Aid and chicken
Flashy things and women
All I need
Is remy and weed
Somebody not afraid
To go some for my Escalade
[Lil’Wayne]
I’m just pimping
Baby you got a rule for me
Put your mink on and slide in a cool for me
Hey you gotta get high and go low for me
It’s Cash Money young money never know money
It’s 500 Degreez it’s not fool buddy
But it and the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man’s Wheezy’s a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what’s in a bazel
I’m in this bitch hold your bitches
And hold your bitches cuz she gon wanta part of me
Cuz she never see the roof of my car with me
And you never see a tooth without a diamond on it
This is game at its finest homie
Peep it
[Hook]
[Baby]
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Ran numbers with pimps and I laid down cents
One of a land Birdman I shine
22’s on it?
The bitch ain’t mine
I taught her the game ma
I gave it all to her
Weezy Wee my son I give it all to him
[Lil’Wayne]
The Birdman junior I’m the son of a stunna
[Baby]
Mannie Fresh
Jazze Phezzy this our summer
500 Degreez got rich off the four
Cadillac smoke dro just me and the ho
Flash from hard times from that cake and dope
Put cars in moms names just to duck white folks
We eat lobster and shrimp
Nigga park that Lambo
I’m a V.I.P. nigga
Pop bottles of Mo
I pray that one day I’ll open a better door
[Hook]
[Lil’Wayne]
Ain’t no mountain high enough
To me for cuz I keep on buying fifi stuff
And the Eastside where we pump
It’s my part of New Orleans
Bleed for ya I’m the heart of New Orleans
Hear you’re fucking with a gangst foe
Hope you never close your eyes I’ll bang your ho
All she need is some guidance I’ll tame your ho
It’s big pimping over here man yeah man
If she looking for a daddy see the lil man
Weezy baby, don’t fool yourself you need me baby
Easy baby, I’m just trying to keep my bread cheesy, baby
Slick when I spit shit right
26-inch got a deep-dish ma
Sweet as mami lips when I’m creeping by
Baby gave mewings just to keep me fly
Weezy I hell yeah
And I’m rolling with them
[Hook x2]
|
-Master P- (talking)
Yo, Boo, uh, I know I ain’t never told you this before but, uh, I was just
trying to get my hustle on. But you know what? I just need you to be there for
me, cuz, uh, gangstas need love too.
-Lawand/Mercedes-
Since you’ve been away I’ve been down and lonely
Since you’ve been away I’ve been thinkng of you
Trying to understand, the reason you left me
What were you going thru?
I’m missing you (gangstas need love too)
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
Verse 1 – Master P –
Uhhhh, I got you livin’ in mansions
Jumpin’ out of Benzes (honk, honk)
DKNY clothes but get fake president’s Rolex watches
You used to wear Swatches
Done took you out the ghetto, now your name is Miss Versace
Alligator Purses, M?et with your Reeses, Hershey
Miss Rev-e-lon when yo’ lips an’ hair an’ toes on Tuesdays and Thursdays
Even though I’m livin’ wrong, tryin’ to get my hustle on
I want you in your birthday suit when I make it home
So I can Uhhhh then squeeze ya’, tease ya’
You wanna rub me? let the Ice Cream Man please you
I ain’t got no nine to five
Hustle just to stay alive
Keep you on your game
Give you a pistol with your cute .45
Heiffers decieve ya, cuz they wanna be ya
Tell you I’m a thug and they can’t wait till I leave ya’
So think about what I say and fuck what them hoes say
Chorus -Lawand and Mercedes-
I’m missin’ you
Tell me where the road turns (echoed)
-Verse 2 – Master P-
You was a high school queen
Met me sellin’ ice cream on the corner went double-up servin’ Fiend
Even though I’m a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we’d a play rugby
I got you flyin’ first classes on planes
Jumpin’ offa’ trains
Takin’ cruises on boats, sippin’ champagne
Rollin’ out the red carpet when they see ya $10,000 mink coat
That’s why them hoes wanna be ya, but they can’t
Taking trips in Land Cruisers
Droppin’ off cash to the bank
But they don’t know what you done see
The shit i done put you thru
??? you done take for ya’ boo
The FED’s harass you
The lies you dont told for me
And when i went to jail you found a way to visit me
Runnin’ up ya phone bill
Sometimes the kids didn’t even have a decent meal
It ain’t no limit to this ghetto love
Even though i mighta’ slangin’ drugs
You still showed me love
That’s why I’m here for ya’, Boo
But just remember (uuuhh) that gangstas need love too
CHORUS
Verse 3 – The Shocker
I got a ??? and i wonder why and i wonder what she in me
And man I can’t lie
Cuz i’ll be hustlin’ , hangin’ wit my homies all night ch’all
I’ll be hustlin’ from the morning to the night fall, aight ch’all?
It’s kinda hard tryin’ to stay clean
Tyrin’ to chase dreams
Tryin’ to make it happen
But this rappin’ ain’t what it seems
Know what i mean?
Now thru thick things ya’ stood beside me
When I was on the run, you help me on the real
Tryin’ to make a mil but on the real
That’s tight but a little money can’t buy me
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g’s in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya’ blame it on my mom’s lifestyle
My thuggish-ruggish friends
Ya’ keep tellin’ me
My fine lifestyle gonna havta come to an end
Ya’ gotta’ realize I ain’t tryin’ to be no broke fart
I’m takin’ the chances now
Cuz it’s gonna be hard for our future sons and daughters
I’m tryin’ to take trips to Reno
Cash chips like casinos
Live life as a high roller
Silkk the Shocker make moves like Valentino
I only got one chance, so I got to take it
If you could just be patient
Down for the silent 20 just for waitin’
Yo’ mom think I’m a thug
She still don’t like me
Ya’ friends think I’m a ghetto thug
But this is ghetto love that they can’t s
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
(I’m cryin gangsta tears) You’d feel the whirlwind blow you
[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
Hopin I’m close to just breakin frustration;
speakin on podiums
Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
Young black, poor education guns crack
The gang violence done that
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I’m at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To’ back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
Though I’m broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
I’m soul-searchin, I’m soul-hurtin
What happens when money don’t make you happy
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
I got no friends I’m lonely, don’t want no pity save it
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Yo, ride in the nighttime, I’m high, got on my flight suit
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother’s on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
We left the drug game alone
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
What could you tell us?
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
Look at my dog lay in the casket
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
It’s part of God’s plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
It’s crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I’m scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga’s pronounced dead
inside the hospital, I wish there’s somethin I could do, but..
[Chorus] |
–> On the Intro – We gotta, we gotta, we gotta, we gotta get dat gangsta shit, come on!
We gotta get dat gangsta shit – come on! We gotta get dat gangsta shit come on, we gotta get dat, get dat gangsta shit
We gotta get dat gangsta shit, come on, we gotta get dat gansta shit, comeon, we gotta get dat shit, get dat shit, get dat shit (woo haa…) come on, come on….
–> Throughout the song – We gotta get dat gangsta shit – come-on!
–> In the foreground – What we doin’ when the? What we doin’ when the? What we doin’ when the Fatboy’s slippin’?
|
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s nuttin left
Cause I’ve been blastin and laughin so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light
We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paraside
(repeat)
Look at the situation, they got me facin
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the strict
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams
I’m a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loc’ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
And my homies is down, so don’t arouse my anger, fool
Death ain’t nuthin but a heart beat away
I’m livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
I’m twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo’?
The way things is goin I dunno
Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s runnin, but half of them ain’t lookin
It’s goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what’s cookin
They say I got ta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they cain’t — I guess they won’t
I guess they front; that’s why I know my life is outta luck, fool
We’ve been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta’s Paradise
(repeat)
Tell me why are we — so blind to see
That the ones we hurt — are you and me
(repeat) |
Verse 1: Noreaga
Yo I got coke for y’all niggaz, dope for y’all niggaz
Hoes for y’all niggaz, shows for y’all niggaz
My StarTec niggaz, Motorola outed
Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster
Smoke weed now til its a little roacha
I’ms a fiend gotta have that hydro green
Flip on hoes the bitches try to say that I’m mean
Stuck up aiyyo my chain gleam down to my nuts
Buying kids some cris, neva buy no cups
I thought I told y’all putos straight sucios
My niggaz buy guns and sell em in the studios
Shootin in the hood lay where I’m at
It’s too hot out there can’t even go to Iraq
Police knowin what went down ya cat done rat
I don’t know who to trust, aiyyo plus infact
strange things go on everytime that it’s on
Yo niggaz foldin, some holdin still rollin
I’m in the game kid til the game decease
I have million niggaz hearts right on the street yo
It’s all gangsta their team straight pranksta
The antenna on my TV still a hanger
Ghetto celeb, SPK right on the web
Niggaz ride bikes and ride on past
I say WHAT yo niggaz ride bikes and ride on past…
Chorus (repeat 2x)
Yo bring it back kid to where you got your props
Have y’all niggaz in the back say fuck the cops
How it’s all the same game kid yo in Queens and Watts
Yo it’s gangsta, watch the Gangsta Watch
Verse 2: Noreaga
Stop the press catch me with the heat or a vest
Smoke sometimes when I got shit to finnese
When I smoke weed, creatively then I’m the best
When I get hed first then I have a good sex
It’s a cause and effect when you fuck with my set
Cause you do that, the effect you get wet!
Fuck around I have ya little team get blessed
Have ya whole little town, mournin off ya death
I make a quick phone call, call Rell and Stef
and them niggaz won’t care where ya body is left
22 a just knock you up, and pop you up
67 a glock you up and rock you up
Stupid move now you know you done fucked up
fuckin with the wrong clique, nigga what?
Thug niggaz, grimey and loud niggaz
Drunk fucked niggaz, wanna dump niggaz
Smoke skunk niggas, get krunk niggaz
Night niggaz, police straight and hype niggaz
Hit light niggaz easy to fight niggaz
Don’t leave the club til it’s daylight niggaz
Black puerto rican and even our white niggaz
Right niggaz flip coke with ice niggaz
Tight niggaz gangsta and trife niggaz
Street smart so I guess we bright niggaz
Chorus (repeat 2x) |
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