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A Couple of Jackers
Gangsta Blac
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Gangsta Boo
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Yeah, for those of you who don't know
Motherfuckers I'm here to tell you so
Straight from the A-Town
Gangsta Black you know I got your back
You better be packed
Fucking with my brother Gangsta Black
Now let me smoke on a sack
Before we proceed to crack
Your motherfucking dome
See if you don't know
You better ask somebody
I'ma have you get done up with more hoes than Al Pacino bitch
I can count the hoes up in your chest
Gangsta Boo can you count that shit?
Dirty fucking gangsta I be in the fucking danger zone
Thinking it get better riding massive with my brother Jones
Sinking, drinking Moรซt, switching poets with the Mother Goose
Ghetto fairy tales is yellow hell and ain't no talking truth
Hustle 'til I'm interjected
Pass you and get intercepted
Maintain 'til I'm gone and then I shock your daddy
Still respected, shouting, doubting, pounding, stressing
Ain't gon' have to hood on me
Money or it's murder that's the word so give me dividends
Clock my dollars 'til I holler
Father would you please come get me
On my hands and knees every night but I'm too numb and dumb
And Gangsta give you shit before I click and get to penetrating
This ain't for you sooner lunar rumor giving nigga trading
Hate to see a nigga walking, talking for the 9-6
Gangsta from a gangsta now the next is profit posse bitch
It's the fucking end, get strapped up let's get bucked
The Three 6 Mafia niggas ready to run but niggas don't give a fuck
It's pimping and niggas that paid crazy
Habitual ways that's taking over shit
You player hating ass bitches you best
To believe ho you gonna get dealt with
But sooner or later you'll realize a player
Would never fuck with your pettiness
I think that you knew who it is I'm from
Memphis where niggas is shit is so fucking thick
We deep as hell in the suburbs and swerving
And smoking what's left from this quarter pound
Bitch hundred dollar fucking bills like
Heaven is ours so we can go by funky town
So concentrate on this young nigga I'm one
Of the bitches that really don't give a fuck
I'm biggie busting you bustas and charging
You suckers in jail if you wanna fuck
So watch this bitch get motivated, player hating bitches hate it
I can't help I got you crossing faded man you bustas shady
All up in my face, talking that shit that's never true
Smiling in my face a little trick know you know Gangsta Boo
B-A-C and S-P-V, Gangsta Boo and Gangsta B
Couple of jackers you can't have cause off the streets of Tennessee
Haha, now I told you fools
You can't win you gon' lose
AKs and TECs, pimping and gangsta shit
Suburban hoes and tricks get they wigs split
Wildstyle from the A-Town
G-A, chiefing hay every motherfucking day
Fools, I need some cheese with my crackers
I told you so
You don't know? You better ask somebody
Head aching, out the cells I'm taking, breaking, concentrating
Demonstrating what my granny made me with determination
Striving to the top 'fore I drop I won't stop 'til I'm dead
Rocking shows yes indeed, flip a head to the head
Getting tired of shit, ready for whatever trick
Memphis, Tennessee, keep your lips up off the liquor trick
Claiming nothing blaming everybody in this fucking town
Figure if I hit the weed and liquor it's gon' calm me down
Baby gone crazy, planning, saving for the mighty throne
Baby 'til you suckers meet your makers you will never know
Souls from the golden years, guiding gangsta in this field
High into society where respected is the way it is
Can you dig I what I be, what I say gon' hurt your mind
Player hating bitches compositions from the mouth of mine
Crackers and no cheese, you got G's? Give it to me fuck
Before P go clicking dropping bodies in the fucking trunk
Yeah fools, this section is over
I'm 'bout to pack 'em up like the Clappas
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