That’z Gangsta sh*t lyrics

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

Thats gangsta sh*t (x4)
n*gga yeah gangsta'd up, yeah one time for your mind
Gangsta sh*t (x4)
We don't give a f*ck we, we smashing in the cut
Thats gangsta sh*t (x4)

n*gga, what the f*ck you looking at
You don't know me from jack, acting like you got a strap
But cha'll is n*ggas 'n' bustaz, just a banch of punk motherf*ckers
Kurupt Young Gotti life in a potti
You know me n*gga, 2 shotty yeah, that stands for a reason
Busting on n*ggas 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 b*tch n*ggas, they ain't sh*t
Acting like a b*tch, like Kurupt 'Whats going on n*gga'

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For me to bomb on that b*tch n*gga
Like it ain't sh*t
Cause you's a motherf*cken b*tch!
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Thats the sh*t 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 n*ggas up in the hospital
Conic, chronic, get from the middle
Looking at a n*gga cause to get played
Like the cat played the fiddle
Don't matter, cause they can't unsolve the riddle
What the f*ck we cracking in Californa
Wit n*ggas come up and blast on ya
I never gave a f*ck about a b*tch
Kurupt Young Gotti b*tch 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
n*gga rollin through a homie Roscoe deling
[Roscoe]
Kurupt and Roscoe holocaustal hostal
Colousal concanjerish from Los Angeles

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

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n*gga who be in the corp
And don't give a f*ck Big Nate n*gga
Big Snoop, you b*tch n*ggas

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n*gga ride dipping never gave a f*ck
And we just so G'd to a T

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Ammos all you b*tch n*ggas be trynna be
G like me, n*gga

You ain't gangsta sh*t (x3)
You's just a b*tch
n*gga, I like my switches to hope
I want all my motherf*cken gates burning
n*ggas ain't looking and n*ggas ain't learning
Just 1 turn and everythings turning
These b*tch n*ggas need to step up
Cause Kurupt to me, no concerning
Just money earning like money earning
Mt burning wit 2 hammers laying n*ggas down
This is just the way the Dogg Pound roam around
Looking at b*tch n*ggas when we hit town
Like what the f*ck do you
b*tch n*ggas wanna see wit Kurupt
Now thats gangsta sh*t and thats more then that
Thats Kurupt Young Gotti wit the 40 cow strap
Bout to lay dis n*gga, I spray dis n*gga
I 'K' dis n*gga, L-A dis n*gga
Is just a b*tch-b*tch!
Trip off the n*gga homie lets shake