*featuring Juelz Santana
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[Intro]
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Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
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Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
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C'mon. Lets Do It
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Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
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Everywhere jeah, jeah
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Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
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Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah
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Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
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[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
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They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
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Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)
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I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
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Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)
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What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)
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You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
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My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)
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Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)
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Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)
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Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)
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And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)
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Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
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I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)
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They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
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I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)
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And I'm makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah!)
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And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)
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They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
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I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers
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More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. Jeah!
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[Hook]
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I'm movin movin movin jeah! He's movin movin movin aye!
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We movin movin movin jeah! Stop movin aye! Shot bruise em jeah!
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Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah! It's my year so
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Jeah! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here
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Jeah jeah jeah jeah!
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[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
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Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)
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Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)
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I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)
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You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)
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I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives
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Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
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You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)
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You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)
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I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
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State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (aye)
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I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)
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I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
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They DTP's deep throat professionals
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My D.I.P.'s we so professional
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Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale
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We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
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Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
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I'm movin movin movin (jeah)
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Y'all losin losin losin (aye)
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
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I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe
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I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal
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Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
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Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo
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I chill though, pippin in the Range
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All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
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Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)
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Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)
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Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)
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Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)
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Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
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Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket
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I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you
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Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
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Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you
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Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you
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[Hook]
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