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DJ KHALED : Gangsta Shit lyrics

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DJ KHALED lyrics : "Gangsta Shit"

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Now I ain't really got time for the he say
she say yellin ova tracks like a mother$#&@in DJ

Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason
masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned
These ^!$$%s broke they joke

laugh at you ^!$$%s sit back and smoke (Ha-Ha)
gangsta %#@! duffle bag full of bricks
Add it all up save for the chips

HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip
12 months, run that's a whole lot of flips
well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips

say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips
(What's up)

Gangsta %#@! gangsta %#@! the way I do my thang gansta %#@!
gangsta %#@! I'm just a young ghetto ^!$$% with a big azz chain

[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]
You recreate a shield you betta respect us

betta understand the game, these checks, not checkers
two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers
you comin for that saint ^!$$% we bound to wreck ya

My ^!$$%s add flavor to the game like zeteran
(*##$ my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran
We eat wheat ^!$$%s up like corn on the cob

you a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!

[Verse 3: Blood Raw]

Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game
I call dem trap actors half the ^!$$%s lame
but on the real %#@!

Felons still tow the heap
real thug bread O.G. like Bun B
Jeezy from the hood

Slick from the gutta
we to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers
Naked boy smith

ran for Evan Smith
Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta %#@!!


[Verse 4: Bun B]

Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle
pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle
it's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle

We ain't with all that snitchin %#@! so mane go and get tattle
I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall honor the team
from the land of the long hard

Where we home sellin D
get that dirt weed local
not the indo ship

not to mention the gallons of promenthezine that we sip

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