Gangsta Shit S Like A Drug lyrics

featuring Tray Deee Squeak are you (of AllFrumTha I)



[Tray Deee]

Yeah again another group collaboration



Verse One: Tray Deee



From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one

Fillin up the 4 4 if pop po want some

I ain't runnin from a motherfucker

Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer

Another One Bites The Dust like the song say

Bust em in the wrong way caught up in the gunplay

One day, some say, we all gon' die

Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye

You're on your own, give em all and go explode

It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes

Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?

Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips

I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule

Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school

This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs

Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug



Chorus: Squeak-are you, (Tray Deee)



This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)

and live for the hood to show my love

*repeat*

(*singing*)

This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug

Crips and Bloods, ooooh

*repeat*



Verse Two: Squeak-are you



I got to bang on my enemy

I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me

So I'm gon' ride on they hood

Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood

You know that Squeak-are you capped em

I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em

I'll be the gossip for ya block

When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock

The 4-5 nigga did the damage

I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage

And all you got was a bodybag

accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag

Now you know I'm a killer

You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember

Mashed on your hood and got a trophy

If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me



Chorus



Verse Three: Mack 10



This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust

and puff angel dust for the headrush

I like the way the Teks spit when I'm lit

I feel like "Fuck the police" and "a bitch ain't shit"

Plus I represent my curb to the fullest

and them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this

Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam

'cause the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done

So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures

Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas

On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy

Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy

So which lucky ho want to be Miss Mack 1-0

You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro

I want to down bitch for my bride and when we ride

Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide



Chorus:



This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)

and live for the hood to show my love

*repeat*

(*singing*)

This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug

Crips and Bloods, ooooh

*repeat x3*



[Mack 10] Rest in peace to all the soldiers

we lost to this gangsta shit
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