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Versuri Gangsta
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to
sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin
connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna
died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and
left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number
spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't
believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life
that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
[Chorus: children singing]
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her
father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch
didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the
hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's
little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple
girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be
down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin Life doesn't matter
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to
like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so
they can snipe you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from
guns to trains
and pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a
looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took
her
Now she's raising hell in the cell, no more his
are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the
following..
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it
[Chorus]
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