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KURUPT lyrics : "That'z Gangsta Shit"

Hey, ok lets do it, Young Gotti
Yeah, you dont know about kurupt Young Gotti ok
Let me show you something man


Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]
^!$$% yeah gangsta'd up, yeah one time for your mind

Gangsta %#@! [x4]
We don't give a $#&@ we, we smashing in the cut
Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


^!$$%, what the $#&@ you looking at
You don't know me from jack, acting like you got a strap

but cha'll is ^!$$%z 'n' bustaz, just a banch of punk mother$#&@ers
Kurupt Young Gotti life in a potti
You know me ^!$$%, 2 shotty yeah, that stands for a reason

Busting on ^!$$%z when its hunting season
Gangstafied, living my life, do or die
You could feel the vibe, its all inside

Its Humo size, its homicidal and its very vital
You could see these (*##$ ^!$$%z, they ain't %#@!
Acting like a (*##$, like Kurupt 'Whats going on ^!$$%'


Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


For me to bomb on that (*##$ ^!$$%
Like it ain't %#@!,
Cause you's a mother$#&@en !#$*!


Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]
Thats gangsta %#@!

Thats hussy %#@!
Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!

Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!

Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!

Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!

Thats gangsta %#@!
Thats hussy %#@!
Thats gangsta %#@!


Thats the %#@! I'm talking about
The homeys walk about, 5 miles

Kurupt get on the mic and spit 5 styles
It really don't matter cause I'm hostile
Leave ^!$$%z up in the hospital

Conic, chronic, get from the middle
Looking at a ^!$$% cause to get played
like the cat played the fiddle

Don't matter, cause they can't unsolve the riddle
What the $#&@ we cracking in Californa
Wit ^!$$%z come up and blast on ya

I never gave a $#&@ about a (*##$
Kurupt Young Gotti (*##$ make me rich
Next thing you know, I step to the side

The homeboy hump already to ride
T-C rollin, you know T-Cellin
^!$$% rollin through a homie Roscoe deling


[Roscoe]
Kurupt and Roscoe holocaustal hostal

Colousal concanjerish from Los Angeles

Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


Now who got them fo's bouncing down the streets
And always got they heat Kurupt Young Gotti


Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


^!$$% who be in the corp
And don't give a $#&@ Big Nate ^!$$%
Big Snoop, you (*##$ ^!$$%z

Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


^!$$% ride dipping never gave a $#&@
And we just so G'd to a T

Thats gangsta %#@! [x4]


Ammos all you (*##$ ^!$$%z be trynna be
G like me, ^!$$%

You ain't gangsta %#@! [x3]

You's just a (*##$

^!$$%, I like my switches to hope
I want all my mother$#&@en gates burning
^!$$%z ain't looking and ^!$$%z ain't learning

Just 1 turn and everythings turning
These (*##$ ^!$$%z need to step up
Cause Kurupt to me, no concerning
Just money earning like money earning
Mt burning wit 2 hammers laying ^!$$%z down
This is just the way the Dogg Pound roam around

Looking at (*##$ ^!$$%z when we hit town
Like what the $#&@ do you
(*##$ ^!$$%z wanna see wit Kurupt
Now thats gangsta %#@! and thats more then that
Thats Kurupt Young Gotti wit the 40 cow strap
Bout to lay dis ^!$$%, I spray dis ^!$$%
I 'K' dis ^!$$%, L-A dis ^!$$%

Is just a (*##$-!#$*!
Trip off the ^!$$% homie lets shake

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