Gangstafied lyrics

by

Ja Rule


Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the f*ck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these n*ggas?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump off onto this gangsta sh*t
Bless our n*ggas on the block
Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'?
However they want it
I don't think these n*ggas understand we still don't give a f*ck
Know what I'm talkin' about?
n*ggas want the drama?
They can get it 'cause we soilders and we ridin' 'till we die
Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize
Sent the clique to f*ck
We be pushin over b*tches 'bout they motherf*ckin buisness
And we gon' be thuggin it fo' life
You could see it in their eyes, dog they never lie
Sent the clique to f*ck
Yeah, yo
n*ggas trying to take us off our crime
We back for the first time, like luga
Chrisin' n*gga listen we holdin rugaz
You be wavin them pee shootas
We be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel sh*t I ain't new to n*ggas
Better gaurd your madula, when I spit I'm hittin a shoota
And used ta, The drag
So I keep the hammer tucked under the mitchell and ness
To clips in the vest, leavin yo' family stressed
Yeah I'm a son of a basterd
Gun playin I masterd, and way above the average
Swiffin' and cash is hate day(Hands up!)
Go on the floor n*gga it's pay day, you know the prosedure
Her animal and holdin heat it toatin the refer
Rollin off the purple people eating the farari madinas
Push the red line, n*gga for that bread I grind
And each and everytime, I catch a n*gga slippin' I'm gon' get him
So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's
And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed
I'm the reason you wake up and cry(It's on n*gga)
I'ma be 'till you crawl up and die(hold on n*gga)
For the first time I feelin my light(it's on n*gga)
We movin weight if the price is right(hold on n*gga)
Gotta tell 'em they ain't talkin, for them n*ggas who creepin'
Gotta tangle in the walkin', You either dead when you sleepin'(Tie 'em up!)
Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip
You wishin it wasn't a day like this(I wonder why)
Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' b*tch(I love to fly)
Let her give you head and sh*t
When you done give her back I got some breads to get
That's yo' b*tch, but my hoe, you owe me dough
I P-I-M-P, Ridiculous my n*gga
My guns stay empty, they sick of this n*gga
I ran threw the game, Shots wit no name, Blocks wit gun play
Like we're on cocaine n*gga!
For the life of me, I can't see why n*ggas run on the gaurd
It's unrighticously hard, and foolish like Shawn
But I know, n*ggas is scared of the kid it's cool
If you don't know by now n*ggas the name is Rule
I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherf*ckers
'Cause I'm always on time, especially when I caught a quarter past nine
Iin the mornin n*gga, Catch you yawnin n*gga, It's murda my n*gga
F*ck 'em 'cause these b*tches got a dream to hear me
Like I got a different stroke, and I'm f*cked in pennies
But the reality it hurts more than the truth
The b*tches you be f*ckin on be f*ckin me to
It's surf boo, The trust with n*ggas with benz's and big trucks
Them MTV cribs, off the islands here
And y'all scared I can see it in yo' eyes
'Cause y'all don't want no more driver in yo' eyes
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