Gangsta Music lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


[Intro]
Yeah hey motherf*cking business here n*gga
Yeah all you hating ass n*ggas
With your sneak dissing n*ggas
I see that you don't get your own
It's gon' get you hurt n*gga
If you a hater and you know it f*ck you
Y'all not rapping ass b*tches
I rather listen to your instrumentals n*gga
Haha b*tch ass n*gga (do something) do somethin' n*gga see these

[Verse One]
I'm here now, you old news
Gotta couple Porsche trucks, couple old schools
I'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards
Cuz I'm a real n*gga and I don't like rappers
And that ain't this and this ain't that
And b*tch I'm strapped
f*ck wit real n*ggas that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke
All I do is talk blow its like my brain on drugs
See me out n*gga I do my thang in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack up 20-dollar bills two bands in the middle

[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music
[Verse Two]
We don't talk on the phones 'cause it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds n*gga, we play wit them falcons
Know some n*ggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons (That's right!)
Talking young hungry n*ggas eat your whole plate
Jeezy place the order n*ggas eat your whole face
You got me misconstrued, all f*cked up
Jump out hit the switch light your ass up
Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum
Got plenty for any n*gga think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
My chain for your life - we can swap it out

[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music
[Verse Three]
The hoes love my voice; make they pus*y moist
Certified G sh*t and I'm the gangsta's choice
n*ggas popping off, I hope they bullet proof
Leave holes in you the size of a sunroof
Mac-11 in the club and a snub nose
Swear to God I'll knock you n*ggas out your f*cking clothes
Lay your ass flat like a doormat
n*ggas asking for but they ain't want that
In the rap game takin' n*ggas clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a f*ck about a playa hater
Hit 'em wit the tool flush his whole radiator

[Hook]
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this
This is hustler music, this is hustler music
This is hustler music
And this is hustler music
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