Gangstafied lyrics

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?

[Hook]
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

[Caddillac Tah]
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
[Hook]

[Ronnie Bumps]
I'm the reason you wake up and cry(It's on n*gga)
I'mma 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 ho, 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!

[Hook]

[Ja Rule]
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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