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Z-Ro
When it get gangsta..
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will these motherfkers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
b*tch nigg* you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry
Willie D
Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the I roll with
We chin check girls, we don't go for that ho s**t
Come to the blood Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo' as* out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the b*tch in you
I ain't just ? shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a b*tch, I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a b*tch that testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter
All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back
thinkin y'all the real but tell me this
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When it get gangsta - is your gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will these motherfkers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
b*tch nigg* you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry
Scarface
p*ssies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin is barkin, come fk with me fool
And I'ma put a hole inside yo' as* with this tool
Seven shots, is gutter, we get in yo' s**t
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your d*ck
What is you itchy, what's really nigg*? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared , boy youse a mark
You know real move quiet and quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty ? but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for real, you playin, but
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Willie D
always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the s**t I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfker
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigg*
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any b*stard that fked with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfkin head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his as* whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what p*ssies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fk that s**t
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a b*tch
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Z-Ro When it gets gangsta..