Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug Lyrics
| Song | Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug |
| Artist | Mack 10 |
| Album | The Recipe (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Moore, Rolison, Sands | |
| 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-ru, (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-ru | |
| 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-ru 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 | |
| Accomadations 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 | |
| Cos 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 wanna be miss mack 1-0 | |
| You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro | |
| I wanna 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 |
| zuo ci : Davis, Moore, Rolison, Sands | |
| 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 44 if poppo 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: squeakru, 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: squeakru | |
| 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 squeakru 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 45 nigga did the damage | |
| I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage | |
| And all you got was a bodybag | |
| Accomadations 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, socalled hogs be like track stars when i pull this | |
| Beat out, get the sheet out when i roam | |
| Cos 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 allgold twisters on a front and back caddy | |
| Every broad in they ghetto wish i was their baby daddy | |
| So which lucky ho wanna be miss mack 10 | |
| You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dicksuckin pro | |
| I wanna 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 |
| zuò cí : Davis, Moore, Rolison, Sands | |
| 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 44 if poppo 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: squeakru, 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: squeakru | |
| 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 squeakru 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 45 nigga did the damage | |
| I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage | |
| And all you got was a bodybag | |
| Accomadations 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, socalled hogs be like track stars when i pull this | |
| Beat out, get the sheet out when i roam | |
| Cos 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 allgold twisters on a front and back caddy | |
| Every broad in they ghetto wish i was their baby daddy | |
| So which lucky ho wanna be miss mack 10 | |
| You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dicksuckin pro | |
| I wanna 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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