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SCARFACE lyrics : "Gangsta (feat. Trick Daddy)"

[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob

My ^!$$% Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta


[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G
Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

gangsta, gangsta than a mother$#&@er
But it was like you, you a #~!!@ ^!$$%
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

gangsta, gangsta than a mother$#&@er

[Trick Daddy]

Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
%#@! lookin' good but I think slammin'

Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a !@$)
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they $$#

Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money

Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up

It all betta flake up
And when that %#@! hit the waters
%#@! go to ballin'

That dope all betta fall in
I bought !@%!e back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo

And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it
They $$# gon' feel it


[Chorus]


[Baby]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill

Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber
You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'

Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'
I got them thangs for a lil nothin'

If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
Bump this ^!$$%
Mmmm Hmmmm $#&@ you ^!$$%

We aint from 'round here dumpin' on ^!$$%s
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this ^!$$%
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)

I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB mother$#&@er


[Chorus]


[Scarface]
Face mob, right back at ya
With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas

99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
Bricked up and breakin' em down
I got to admit the dope game gravy

3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can't sell bubble

So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin' you lessons from the old school

You don't get high off your own supply
And when a mother$#&@er cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback

This %#@! go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my ^!$$% Trick Daddy, ask my ^!$$% Baby
Been like that since the early 80's

[Chorus]


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