More Gangsta Music (feat. Juelz Santana)

Gangsta Music part two

Dipset

Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana

C'mon, man, let's do it

Can I get a yeah here, yeah there

Everywhere a yeah, yeah

Up, down, left, right (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shorty's moving again (Yeah)

Shorty's loose with the pen (Yeah)

Shorty do it to win (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Say I walk around like I got an S on my chest

TEC on my left, gangsters with me ready to step (Yeah)

I like a chick with big breasts on her chest

Not flat, lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest (Yeah)

What (Yeah), shit (Yeah), fuck (Yeah), bitch (Yeah)

You so crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My **** spit the Glock (Oh so slow, woah)

Rudeboy lick a shot (Bo-bo-bo-bo)

Never seen a thinner pot (Hold so much coke)

Cook it to a bigger rock (Hey, hey, oh-woah)

And I be with them gangsters (Yeah)

I creep with the gangsters (Yeah)

Crack a Dutch or Philly and chief-chief with the gangsters

I stay with a lady (Yeah), she stay with a lady (Yeah)

They makin' me crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I spray 'em with babies (Yeah)

In they face 'til they hate me (Yeah)

I'm makin' 'em crazy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And they like when I do it (Yeah)

They like when I move it (Yeah)

They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it

I stay icy on purpose like icy preservers

More than likely, I'm the nicest you heard of (Yeah)

I'm movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

He's movin', movin', movin' (Ayy)

We movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

Stop movin' (Ayy), shots bruise 'em (Yeah)

Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc (Yeah, yeah)

It's my year, so (Yeah)

It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here

Like Kurt Cobain was here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Still listen to gangster music (Ayy)

How them gangsters do it (Ayy)

Shorty came to do it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I bang with the five (Ayy)

I see hate in ya eyes (Ayy)

You waitin' to die (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' your life

Love to keep bakin' new pies, scrapin' the scrapes off the side

You can love it (Yeah, ayy), you can hate it (Yeah, ayy)

You can want it (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane (Coupe)

State Troopers, they came, damn, he's movin' again (Ayy)

I'm a better child

You's a pedophile (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I go throw lead around, my hoes throw head around

They DTPs, deepthroat professionals

My D-I-Ps, we so professional

Got weed, coke, and ecstasy, lean, dope, and wet to sell (Sell)

We blow jars of the dank (Yeah), like Bob Marley was wake

Real shottas, fuck you foreigners stay? (What?)

I'm movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

Y'all losin', losin', losin' (Ayy)

I'm movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

He's movin', movin', movin' (Ayy)

We movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

Stop movin' (Ayy), shots bruise 'em (Yeah)

Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc (Yeah, yeah)

It's my year, so (Yeah)

It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here

Like Kurt Cobain was here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Killa)

I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real ho (For a real ho)

I don't see a touchdown, arms up, field goal (Field goal)

Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low (Psh)

Ill dick, you a dickhead, nah, dildo (Dildo)

I chill, though, pipin' in the Range

All this icin', I'm ashamed, look like lightning in the chain (Chi-ching)

Who was first that moved with they fam? (Who?)

Ask you, tattoos on they hand (Who?)

Slang all the white (Who?), cruise with the tan (Who?)

Pink on they back (Who?), blue in they band (Who?)

Yellow in his ear (Who?), steam on the rocket (Who?)

Purple in the air (Who?), green in his pocket (Who?)

I ain't dissin' you, dog, I'm dismissin' you

Get the R. Kelly tape, you'll see how we piss on you (Piss on you)

That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris' on you (Uh-huh)

Your family will be missing you, mwah, there's a kiss for you (Yeah)

I'm movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

He's movin', movin', movin' (Ayy)

We movin', movin', movin' (Yeah)

Stop movin' (Ayy), shots bruise 'em (Yeah)

Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc (Yeah, yeah)

It's my year, so (Yeah)

It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here

Like Kurt Cobain was here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)