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[Chorus]
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Mo B. Dick
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We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
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We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
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We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)
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We Gangstafied
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[Kane]
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Wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing
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It was mamma I wanna slang
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So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring
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Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
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Now it's world war 3 in them streets
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Ain't gone never have enough police
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Picture I relax, relate, release
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Like this all my homies rest in peace
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Disrespect this, put you in the mix
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Whopping out that tec grip
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Running through your click like busting on you like death wish
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Spinning your head like the exorcist
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(*Smack*) that's a death kiss
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Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies
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Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies
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(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens
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(And dangersous) Dead that's how we living
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Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.
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Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
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Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
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I'm tru
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Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot
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Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on cock
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Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
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P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind
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Playa
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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Time to chop some game with the ballers
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It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
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When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
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My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
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My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies
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Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
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Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac
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4, 15 woofers bumping behind I'm hitting him in the back
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Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
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Aint no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
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Label me a thug like Pac,
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Cause I done got the world hooked on ice cream I mean these gangsta rocks
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I'm slanging these tapes we banging
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Steady hanging on the block
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Keep product in my socks ready to rock
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Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
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Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
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I'm bout it, rowdy, gangstafied
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[Chorus]
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[Abel]
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It wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing
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Down here it's mama I wanna gang bang
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Wearing that red and blue start lying
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Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
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No peace,
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Got nothing live for, Deceased
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By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
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Pull the hammer back (That the last)
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Live fast and watch them die slow
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You know I really wanna say is that they don't car about soldiers
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Falling asleep behind the whell in the Range Rover
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Can't remember the last time I was sober
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(Whoop Whoop) that's the Po Pos
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Gotta watch those,
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The got some nerve talking bout the supposed to protect and serve
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Took my money and my herb
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Every player that on my team got a laser beam
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Knock your head off, steal your dream
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Not first you sure, ain't nutting nice serving fiends ain't what it seems
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What the south about, big money, big guns and those big booties
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I be that soldier you looking at that, judging me
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While you do you jury duty
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I put my hands on my bruh and we still live
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cause No limit soldiers survive gangstafied
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[Mo B. Dick]
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soooooo, sooooo, soooo, Gangstafied
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[Chorus x3]
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Gangstafied
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Kane and Abel |