Gangsta Shit (Letra)

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ft. Petey Pablo

[Lil Wayne talking]
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya’know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at ‘em dogg

[Petey Pablo]
Cuz I know I ain’t dreaming
I swear to God it sound like Petey Pablo on that track with Lil Weezy
Switching it up
Fuck it put them things on the truck
What’s the name of y’all jeweler tell ‘em freeze me up
Hating me kinky licks talking so much
Lemme give these sons of bitches a reason to keep it talking
You want to
You ain’t built to squabble with us
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus
I drink your water up
Cool off I’m leaving with something
They leaving you something crop stolen
An asshole heard it
Hip on purpose
Dre I did what you told me
I been acting like I don’t hear ya but that shit been working
Keep me a burner
Poison that I grab in the morning
Cuz I know that that’s what’s gon hold me down on this earth
A real nigga trill nigga pull out and get debated
I keep waiting
I hear your name in the papers

[Hook][Lil Wayne & Petey Pablo]
They call me young as Weezy
I’m gon round up the whole uptown
We gon burn this bitch down to the ground
People understand that you’re fucking with some motherfucking soldiers
Crazy-ass Petey
I’ma tell a nigga just like this
If you want it boy you sure can get it
You ain’t heard
It’s Cash Money and that Carolina nigga

[Lil Wayne]
They call me gangsta gangsta
Weezy, Weezy
Lil Birdman junior
Holla at ya nigga
I fuck around and throw a bottle at you nigga
I’ma big pimp I throw a model at you nigga
Squad-ad squad up throw up the motto at you niggaz
You can mind up I throw a hollow at you nigga
And I’m so high
No I’m too high
But a little work on a few blocks
And I put a few skirts on a few blocks
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me shortie
I hold Cash Money myself it’s me money
Old cats wants to test come see shortie
I got it all hot it in the pocket I’ll pop it
I riding in a ‘Rarri where the top is in my pocket
That’s young Weezy baby

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
You see it’s young Wayne
Game is ashamed and they say he’s a pain
He is crazy deranged
Put them blades on his thing
Just like 80 to summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or something
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or something
Like, Weezy’s the man
If you be’s where he be’s then you leaves with a tan
Cuz he’s 500 Degreez
I need a fan, whew
Cool me off wipe me down
Daddy is back in town
With the back of my Caddy slanted down
And the mack goes +black+ if you ask around
Put some hash in that grass that you pass around
Then I stash a pound by my ave with rounds
I’m a gangsta until they put my casket down
You can ask around
And they tell you like me
There ain’t nobody like me
It’s Weezy baby

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne talking]
Aiiyo see this is right here is Young Weezy nigga
Don’t get it tangled and twisted
I’m in the studio right now nigga
With my boy
My nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album ya’know what I mean
500 Degreez
They all riding with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman junior, number one stunna my partner
You know the name, bitch

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Gangsta Shit (Letra)

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Artist: Puff Daddy f/ Lil’ Kim, Mark Curry
Album: Forvever
Song: Gangsta Shit
Typed By: [email protected], [email protected]

[Intro]
You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes
You know why?
You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers
And say "That’s the bad guy"
So say good night to the bad guy
Go on
Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again

[Puff] To be or not to be
[Mase] My mother’s wrong
[Puff] That’s the question, you feel me?
[Mase] My father was wrong
[Puff] They say I’m wrong
So they say
[Mase] So they say
[Puff] Ha ha, come on
It’s like this right here
[Mase] To all my niggas, check this out

1 – [Lil’ Kim]
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

[Puffy]
Ain’t another crew like us
That could do like us
See the world from a view like us
Still always come through like us
They ain’t true like us
If they only knew like us
It’s less than a small few like us
And they ain’t pay dues like us
Never on P’s and Q’s like us
They don’t move like us
They don’t have the right to choose like us
Or get mad cause they ain’t grew like us
They ain’t on cue like us
They don’t fit the shoe like us
Don’t know who’s who like us (who dat?)
Strangers, ain’t aware of the danger
They head’s up wit thoroughbred cats
That knock ‘em back, they get the axe
And a hard case to crack
I’m a hard face to track
Fast as they can test us
We flip ‘em on they backs, like that
The many men that make us great must stay together
Cause together, we’re hard to break

Repeat 1

[Mark Curry]
Look out mutha fucka
I tried to warn ‘em
You don’t wanna double cross us
Haven’t you heard how many guy they lost with us
You don’t wanna floss with us
Cause shit cost with us
Ain’t nobody boss but us
We got force wit us, of course it’s us
It’s no being better off than us
And ain’t a hotter source than us
And these streets ain’t divorcing us
We ain’t got no remorse in us
Know to hold your horse with us
No cuttin’ shorts with us
Here to stay, no abortin us, no extortin’ us
Between us we got the mic domain and artillery
Therefore, it’s all free reign, who’s domain
When shots ring, who remains, they refrain
Who walks away with the gain
Us
Thorough niggas that’s hard to top
Together we’re too hard to stop

Repeat 1

[Lil’ Kim]
Ain’t a bitch like me that can spit like me
Who could say they rich like me
They don’t hold the four fifth like me
Ain’t a hit like me
Nobody load the clip like me
Cut coke and flip like me
Make hit after hit like me
Wear the title Queen Bitch like me
Ya’ll ain’t good in bed like me
And ya’ll don’t give head like me
Plus your crew don’t break bread like me
Think about it, this a one shot deal
Ya’ll got one shot still
When my gunshot peel, that’s a one shot kill
I’m so far ahead ya’ll can’t touch my land spread
Cause most of ya’ll is misled and underfed
Hey, what can I say, I’m a little vain
Now all aboard if you ridin’ my train
Choo chooo, throw it up and represent your gang
Whether you from the east side (East side)
Or the west side (West Side)
Worldwide

Repeat 1

Gangsta Shit (Letra)

Bryan Adams

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who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
(repeat 4x).

Hey you fucking gangsters where you at,telling this boy hugo how to do that
And why is he trying to do some good gangster shit,when he knows you bloody
Mother fucking gangster fucking arseholes doing the shit.

So you must follow my steps in being a gangster shit and i will be cool to you
Until your better than those fucking nigga’s and then i will show you the
Gangster shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
He’s got the gangsta shit
So ya betta do tha right shit
And then i can show ya how to smoke tha gangsta shit.

Who got the gangsta shit
We got the gangsta shit
And hugo taylor too!

Gangsta Shit (Letra)

Jewel

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Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(gangsta shit)
(gangsta shit)

Chorus

Ya’ll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit
But ya’ll mother fuckers aint ready for this

I knew he was bluffin
High of that blunt he was puffin
Talkin all that shit
Now his whole click sufferin
Duckin’ runnin’ hidin’ did i
Shock the whole world
Its just that block keep us tied in
His own killer cried
In the spot that he deid in
Went to rest from her tears
Off the blood that he died in
We ridin’
Just becouse it’s death before dishonor
An i’ma
Make you bitches pay for this drama
(gangsta shit)

Did you say drama
Snatched the extra keys
To my hummer
It’s simply eight niggas
About to head for this drama
Homicidal breakin windpipe
They keep it comin
Till them players like a fist fight
Done turned into a shit site
So when its midnight
Its survival of the fitest
Were nowhere near brother this 45
Nobody knows who did this
Nigga i ride with a gangsta bitch
Smokin bees while i bump
In this gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Niggas we just talk like men
So put your strap down
All of us are killers
In the set
And we dont back down
Do or die for life
Mutherfuckers and you know
Niggas be commin with pistol
When its time they dont show
Niggas talk that bite
What they done made
And all that dumb shit
Fool we done shut you down
For round for round
Cus you dont rush shit
Throwin extra clips and all that shit
And we gone waste ya
Relissin naked bones up on the pavement
When we face ya

If a red buick’s grey’d out
Forty niggas in the black streets
Came out the cain house
Left a nigga lyin for dead
Screamin one of his hommies names out
I was thirteen rained out
Couldnt see identify
Two keys and fifty g’s
And one dead nigga off inside
Now we ride
Smokin bees
And contimplatin
Just be normal out
Plus we a combination
Now mark his words
Paper chasin gon get you face down
Whoosh
With one bullet i leave you face down

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit
But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit

Gangsta Shit (Letra)

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[50 Cent – Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain’t no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain’t about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I’ll stop ‘em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I’m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain’t on the shit that I’m on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh… the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I’m marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon’ eat and you gon’ starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I’ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain’t used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay ‘em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I’m John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there’s no more bullets in the chamber
Ain’t nothing like when you get popped and don’t know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, “Do your dirt all by your lonely”
So I go hit them niggas ‘fore 50 couldn’t even hold me
I’m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don’t discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya’ll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain’t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that’ll put your stupid ass up the steps
Begging niggas don’t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I’m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
‘Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you’ll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There’s only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

Gangsta Shit (Letra)

Puff Daddy

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[big boi]
Some of that uh, ltd lincoln town car
Some of that el dorado funk, know what i’m talking about
Gangsta shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
You know we keep it crunk around here, a-town style
Getting head on the highways yeah, but this what i wanna know

[hook]
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Outkast, goodie mob and the dungeon click
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit
Dirty south nigga we straight gangsta pimps

[big boi]
O-u-t-k-a-s-t,o-n-p,g-o-o-d-i-e, so fresh so clean
Back with stankona, dungeon family
Pearl cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and dickies
It’s the return of billy ocean, cuervo is my drink
Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street
Three g ski, slimm, big boi and ths is c b-o-n-e
If you need some back-up find jerome,
Ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she’s layin on

[hook]

[c-bone]
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound can’t let it go
When my funds turn legit i’m gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down old national
It’s trappable, two bed, jacuzzi bath, it’s natural
Puttin cheese in ya stash, un-taxable futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don’t take no slack, when you managing the trap
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-bone in this bitch college park trump tight

[hook]

[t-mo goodie]
I’m pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what’s up
It’s t-mo and outkast in the back of my truck
We gotta simple little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain’t about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared to blast and dip off fast
With the dungeon click, just pulled a lick
Now what you really wanna know about the gangsta shit

[slimm calhoun]
Back on the scence, a sack of green sitting on crome and rubber bands
Paint looking like candyland, it’s sllimm the south paw triggerman
Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoez and then you skate, ack to the block wit the deflate
Grams the o’s, slabes to whole one’s da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler’s known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine,
First nigga fuck up to get flat lined
Pack still stainless coupe and verts brainless
Y’all don’t wanna fuck wit me, the trunk be at bangin
Of the chain danling, y’all know that i’m form c.p

[hook]

[andre 3000]
Outkas wit a k, yeah them niggaz are hard
Harder than a nigga trying to impress god
We’ll pull your’re whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and i’m eating their verbs
Get full, and niggaz, niggaz,
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style, made a vow to myself
If it’s for the wealth i’ll stop, well put i like this
It’s like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga naw, we learn to the side don’t fall
All y’all fuck boys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for, you’re on that reefer and on that tupac
In front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that’s the hoe route
Talking loud talking bout that’s gangsta shit

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[intro]
You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes
You know why?
You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need people like me
You need people like me so you can point your fuckin’ fingers
And say "that’s the bad guy"
So say good night to the bad guy
Go on
Last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again

[puff] to be or not to be
[mase] my mother’s wrong
[puff] that’s the question, you feel me?
[mase] my father was wrong
[puff] they say i’m wrong
So they say
[mase] so they say
[puff] ha ha, come on
It’s like this right here
[mase] to all my niggas, check this out

1 – [lil’ kim]
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

[puffy]
Ain’t another crew like us
That could do like us
See the world from a view like us
Still always come through like us
They ain’t true like us
If they only knew like us
It’s less than a small few like us
And they ain’t pay dues like us
Never on p’s and q’s like us
They don’t move like us
They don’t have the right to choose like us
Or get mad cause they ain’t grew like us
They ain’t on cue like us
They don’t fit the shoe like us
Don’t know who’s who like us (who dat?)
Strangers, ain’t aware of the danger
They head’s up wit thoroughbred cats
That knock ‘em back, they get the axe
And a hard case to crack
I’m a hard face to track
Fast as they can test us
We flip ‘em on they backs, like that
The many men that make us great must stay together
Cause together, we’re hard to break

Repeat 1

[mark curry]
Look out mutha fucka
I tried to warn ‘em
You don’t wanna double cross us
Haven’t you heard how many guy they lost with us
You don’t wanna floss with us
Cause shit cost with us
Ain’t nobody boss but us
We got force wit us, of course it’s us
It’s no being better off than us
And ain’t a hotter source than us
And these streets ain’t divorcing us
We ain’t got no remorse in us
Know to hold your horse with us
No cuttin’ shorts with us
Here to stay, no abortin us, no extortin’ us
Between us we got the mic domain and artillery
Therefore, it’s all free reign, who’s domain
When shots ring, who remains, they refrain
Who walks away with the gain
Us
Thorough niggas that’s hard to top
Together we’re too hard to stop

Repeat 1

[lil’ kim]
Ain’t a bitch like me that can spit like me
Who could say they rich like me
They don’t hold the four fifth like me
Ain’t a hit like me
Nobody load the clip like me
Cut coke and flip like me
Make hit after hit like me
Wear the title queen bitch like me
Ya’ll ain’t good in bed like me
And ya’ll don’t give head like me
Plus your crew don’t break bread like me
Think about it, this a one shot deal
Ya’ll got one shot still
When my gunshot peel, that’s a one shot kill
I’m so far ahead ya’ll can’t touch my land spread
Cause most of ya’ll is misled and underfed
Hey, what can i say, i’m a little vain
Now all aboard if you ridin’ my train
Choo chooo, throw it up and represent your gang
Whether you from the east side (east side)
Or the west side (west side)
Worldwide

Repeat 1