Testo Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug - Mack 10
Testo della canzone Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug (Mack 10), tratta dall'album The Recipe (Explicit)
Yeah, yeah
Another G collaboration
From the second I get dressed and get to steppin' I'm on one
Fillin' up the.44 if po-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
Must have went the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay
One day some say we all gon' die
Human lives to my eyes, take a side, survive
You on your own, get along or gon' explode
It's a code that arose when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who would care if we all was rich?
Ballin' tilts, haulin' chickens, flossin' grips
I give a damn 'bout the next fool, my TEC rule
Old 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
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
I got to bang on my enemy
I got to make sure they know they ain't no friend of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin' nothin' but obituaries 'til they get it understood
You know that Sweet Roo capped 'em
I want your homegirl photo book to be full of 'em
I be the gossip of your block
While y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock
The.45 nigga did the damage
I took two to the dome, so nigga, fuck a bandage
And all you got was a body bag
Accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag
Now you know I'm a killer
You cross my name out on the wall, it lets me know y'all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust
And puff angel dust for the head rush
I like the way the TEC spit when I'm lit
I feel like fuck the police and a bitch ain't shit
Plus I represent my turf to the fullest
And them so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Heat out, get the sheet out when I roam
'Cause the first fool caught slippin' on my block gettin' domed
So fuck a job, dawg, I jack for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on the front and back Caddy
Every broad in the ghetto wish I was they baby daddy
So which lucky ho wanna be Ms. Mack 1-0?
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick suckin' pro
I want a down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a drug
I got to ride and live for the hood to show my love
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin' gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooh
Rest in peace to all the soldiers we lost to this gangsta shit
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Writer(s): Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Clinton F. Sands, M. Moore, Tracey La Marr Davis
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