For My Gangsta's lyrics
(feat. Mussilini)
[talking:] Gangstas G's, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking is like breathing So a nigga stay smoking and flipping, in a Intrepid when I'm bleeding The block it can't stop, I gotta keep paper stacking Mo'fuckers be whispering, there go Z-Ro and I can't wait to jack him But, I got news for ya They gon be picking out a suit and shoes for ya, cause I'm bout to get rude with ya They better mind, cause I'll whoop me a woman ass nigga real quick Plus I got niggaz on the Southwest and the Southeast, my click is real thick But I be rolling solo, place to place like a hobo Full time entertainer, I left my block to make fa sho do' I'ma keep these hoods on fire, get rotation like tires Gotta show love to my people, cause they are my album buyers I'ma rep for the real niggaz and the real bitches, that's struggling all day Fuck going to class, parlay all day in the hallway They got me fucked up, for no reason at all Everybody get that feddy, it's the season to ball [Hook:] This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's Sipping promethazyne, and blowing on dro Trying to make it in this game, play hard when we play Gaurunteed to clear the whole boulevard, when we spray This one for my gangsta bitches, that keep it real Everyday they case paper, in they purse pack a steel Trying to make it in this game, play hard when we play And they down to shake that ass, when a real nigga say [Mussilini:] Gangstas, G's How many of us have niggaz, that's down in the streets From fighting eachother, to hustling on the late night and grinding brothers Trying to bake a cake right, ready to shake them haters Burning up the dead line, grandpa did them get out's From hitting stangs on pages, to I-10 skating blazing This game like a razor, hell I ain't no fazing Sitting on leather creation, left on the wheel ride on the steel Thet Government will kill us here, glossing and flossing all day in Devilles God forgive us influence the kids, to hop on the blocks and do what we did But now in reverse, this how the ghetto world spins Sitting back in foreign cars, with the screens falling Purple juice is how we ride and play, let's ride today T-shirts with starches on, cause we G's anyway Yep, this is for my ballers that ain't worried bout nothing On swangas and robbers, straight leathers [Hook] [Z-Ro:] This one for my niggaz, that be bleeding the block until the block dry Empty clips off at the police, everytime they pass by Even every bitch I know, is thuggish ruggish and thoed No reason at all, ready to run up on a motherfucker and unload Fuck that MTV shit, this the real world So bitch that go in her purse, is gon get the steel girl Mussilini and that Z-Ro, getting money describes our ego Fuck with us lose your life, it'll be waiting six feet be low [Mussilini:] This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's and 3's Or anything that's chromey, stacking G's Bucking boys up like a rhino, this one for my youngster 5-O Gotta put it in perspective, or let that King of Da Ghetto nod though I'm bout to break this here, how much change we gon make this here Come on Ro we gon make this clear, the world gon love this gangsta shit Coast to coast them boys gon feel, living laid with a house on hill Presidential millennium, on the real on the real [Hook] [talking:] Gangstas G's, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas |
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