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Ganstars

DJ Screw , Mobb Figgaz & Lil' Keke
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1998, One nine Comission All day mafia in full effect The national roster, know what I'm saying baby We holding heads, fully extended Marshallized, we got it all in their face Just like we knew we would Knock knock, put your hand on your head just once Cause I know you can't stand to hear it We gon' drop another something like this here, uh, let's get it Gangstas, gangstas, you know who we are We some ghetto superstars, sipping champagne in bars No one can climb like us, or put it down like us Haters hate us cause we players and we can't be touched We worldwide, topping the game, Comission's the name Pieces of chain, diamonds and rings with fame It's a shame, the game make us ball til we fall We gon' crawl and shot call, do this thing for y'all We some gangstas Aww shit, the media starting to say they saw shit You know when you making money how they get The camera they follow to hear you say shit You messing with the mob, don't play with And if you can't handle the fact of me being rich You better understand we'll put you in a ditch And make the witnesses where they won't say shit So can you feel this? See this a crucial moment To family, friends and relatives, I left your loved one phoning By the mob without a doubt for trying to run up on me I guess he didn't know me, too well, oh well Let me get this weapon off me, another closed coffin Cause niggas do get bucked up often, for running and mouthing I got tired of him talking, now he laying in chalking Witness should've kept on walking, but these haters they be snorting Can't stand to see me balling, mafia affiliated And my niggas down to shank ya, we mobb for life Cause we some motherfucking gangstas, flossing in the double R See me shining like a star, all the ladies give us love Cause they know just who we are, an entourage of fifty cars When we pull up on the scene, got these niggas looking crazy Cause we keep on flashing green, with our mug on mean Ready to put you to rest, with a hundred niggas busting next It ain't no need to confess, so swatch the plex Cause me and my niggas we roll deep Keep the Glock under the seat, for all you busters want beef If you compete you'll get beat, fucking around with these thugs We some ghetto superstars, that leave you laying in the mud It ain't no love for player haters, so we bringing the pain A mob figure, gravedigger, putting these busters to shame I peep game nigga, catch me in my foreign car Sipping champagne in bars, we some young superstars Gangstas, gangstas, you know who we are We some ghetto superstars, sipping champagne in bars No one can climb like us, or put it down like us Haters hate us cause we players and we can't be touched We worldwide, topping the game, Comission's the name Pieces of chain, diamonds and rings with fame It's a shame, the game make us ball til we fall We gon' crawl and shot call, do this thing for y'all We some gangstas We making fetti, getting paid, putting it down worldwide Leaving the funk on your mind, we still on the grind Stocks and bonds, my currency flip from mutual funds I'm with the don, got plenty of guns, for protection Feel what I'm stressing, the diamonds shining to perfection When we on the scene, bubble eyes and fly screens Fo' fo's with infrared beams, stacking the cream Doing it clean, you know what I mean, I'm topping the game Bringing the pain, wearing baguettes and pieces of chain Twenty inches, crossing the lane, hurting hearts with the bang We got the fame, two story condos on Main It ain't a thang, presidential suites with Benz Jeeps Suitcases full of ends meet, doing it gangsta style Can't get caught in no frenzy, and Quincy The Comission rich mob figure, bank account large nigga We taking charge nigga, picture that, picture this A Rolex on your wrist, hundred dollar bills crisp And your enemies pissed, I insist, never risk The life of a gangsta, you surprised the thangs But no thank ya, I brang ya, I thank ya, bank hard with a bless Got the fan club impressed with my presence and cess Here's a test, here's a quiz, are you handling your biz? Cause I'm clocking six figs, with Comission rich figs We got fifteen more gigs, twenty thousand a piece I'm a rap star, got two clubs and houses for lease I'm getting money mayne, talking bout money money mayne Bitches screaming my name, I ain't to blame for the fame Don't complain, maintain the state of your brain I got assets like baguettes and a piece of the chain You niggas lame, can't hang with a gangsta like me Rich man with a plan, call me Don Keke A young gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta