Gangstafied (feat. Caddillac Tah, Ronny Bumps & Chink Santana)

Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck

How the f****ck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these ****?

Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio

Then we jump off onto this gangsta shit

Bless our **** on the block

Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'?

However they want it

I don't think these **** understand we still don't give a f****ck

Know what I'm talkin' about?

**** want the drama?

They can get it 'cause we soilders and we ridin' 'till we die

Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize

Sent the clique to f*ck

We be pushin over bitches 'bout they motherf*ckin buisness

And we gon' be thuggin it fo' life

You could see it in their eyes, dog they never lie

Sent the clique to f*ck

Yeah, yo

**** trying to take us off our crime

We back for the first time, like luga

Chrisin' **** listen we holdin rugaz

You be wavin them pee shootas

We be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel shit I ain't new to ****

Better gaurd your madula, when I spit I'm hittin a shoota

And used ta, The drag

So I keep the hammer tucked under the mitchell and ness

To clips in the vest, leavin yo' family stressed

Yeah I'm a son of a basterd

Gun playin I masterd, and way above the average

Swiffin' and cash is hate day(Hands up!)

Go on the floor **** it's pay day, you know the prosedure

Her animal and holdin heat it toatin the refer

Rollin off the purple people eating the farari madinas

Push the red line, **** for that bread I grind

And each and everytime, I catch a **** slippin' I'm gon' get him

So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's

And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed

I'm the reason you wake up and cry(It's on ****)

I'ma be 'till you crawl up and die(hold on ****)

For the first time I feelin my light(it's on ****)

We movin weight if the price is right(hold on ****)

Gotta tell 'em they ain't talkin, for them **** who creepin'

Gotta tangle in the walkin', You either dead when you sleepin'(Tie 'em up!)

Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip

You wishin it wasn't a day like this(I wonder why)

Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' bitch(I love to fly)

Let her give you head and shit

When you done give her back I got some breads to get

That's yo' bitch, but my hoe, you owe me dough

I P-I-M-P, Ridiculous my ****

My guns stay empty, they sick of this ****

I ran threw the game, Shots wit no name, Blocks wit gun play

Like we're on cocaine ****!

For the life of me, I can't see why **** run on the gaurd

It's unrighticously hard, and foolish like Shawn

But I know, **** is scared of the kid it's cool

If you don't know by now **** the name is Rule

I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherf*ckers

'Cause I'm always on time, especially when I caught a quarter past nine

Iin the mornin ****, Catch you yawnin ****, It's murda my ****

F*ck 'em 'cause these bitches got a dream to hear me

Like I got a different stroke, and I'm f*cked in pennies

But the reality it hurts more than the truth

The bitches you be f*ckin on be f*ckin me to

It's surf boo, The trust with **** with benz's and big trucks

Them MTV cribs, off the islands here

And y'all scared I can see it in yo' eyes

'Cause y'all don't want no more driver in yo' eyes