DJ CLUE - ( "New JAY_Z Featuring Ja-rule, Gangsta Shit)
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Jay-Z- (Clueminate)
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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(2x)
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I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me
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Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me"
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All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly
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But there's only one problem, y'all ain't bad as me
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Who could flip a record company from a half a key? (key of cocaine)
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Then drop a gold album, do the math for me
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Turn right around and go platinum, that would beee??
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Fuck it!, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount?
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Since you gossip like groupies, notice please
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I never go broke my name got two G's
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J, I, -2G, A, I flip that
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porn to platinum and be on the next day
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I be right there when your mics blow out
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I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out
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I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house
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Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out
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I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend
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J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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(4X)
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We live from the 718
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Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
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Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face
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Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe
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Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one prior (prior charge on a record)
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You better hope this money don't catch fire
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You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I
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Let this nigga run around untied, I swear to God
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You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
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Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him
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I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come?
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His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911
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Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be thug
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What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs?
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In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
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And another thing yo, we police ourself
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Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine
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This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game
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Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
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And drug dealer, -hehe-, don't quit your day job
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Fuck [Incomprehensible]
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangstam gangsta shit
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Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels
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Meanwhile burning in hell, JA
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We the center of attention
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Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men
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Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar bowels
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Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own
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Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome
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Communication disclosed , they tappin' the telephones
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Dialin' a 213 zone now
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Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down
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Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
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But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly
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I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is
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But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets
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That's why we gangstas and y'all players
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Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit?
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We got the gangsta, gangsta shit
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Read more: DJ CLUE - GANGSTA SHIT LYRICS
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Gangsta Shit
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