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So Gangsta

Young Bleed
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So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta (Already) Natti, what I mean Picture the scene I'm blowing green with a M-16 Get loot, you know my team Been cleaned out the spot, and why not? It's hot for days, working on a sinister plot Got cops with tasers, on a murderous block I'm not to blaze homie, you done heard of this block I watch the way, especially when you serving a lot You might see Bleezy hurling in the parking lot Got Glocks and K's with me, if it's dark or not Got caught in Dallas Texas, made me walk the block The dots, the rays, every time I spark a cap I got you played, now you are off the dot It's Mark a shot, even if your thoughts forgot I'm not to play with, Joe Clark and pop With marks and swag, this is where your heart will stop Nah'mean, we get the green, shaking narcs and flock For real So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta We keep it gangsta All around the world, we tripping We keep it gangsta Yeah, so wooping and niggas be cripping I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A Niggas best stay the fuck from 'round my way This ain't for the street smart niggas who ain't got it I keep it intact, you know I bust it, I shot it I have the pound, so as I jump off the motherfucking plane Tell Bleed roll it up, Mary Jane West Coast, down South, niggas connect like cousins You know what it is, nigga, so now we buzzing How you do that there? Niggas cheese, niggas everywhere I don't care, the rest, I leave them all in the dust Young Bleed and that nigga Daz, you know we fucking it up So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta You know we hang like the Peanuts gang Straight up with Daz Dilli, with the beat on bang I'm up to spaz, really spitting heat on thangs Stay up to last, Billy going sweet on Jane Eat on Caine, country as fuck, the sugar cane Rain drip on down to the ground, it's Wolfgang Wood grain, bringing the pain, it's Novocain Like good 'caine, blowing your brain, so much for fame Same shit in the world, that it is in the pen I'm in, straight off the Henn, 'bout to hit it again Amen, my next of kin say I'm drowning in sin The skin I'm in keep me where I'm found in the wind Pretend to get your head blown, I'm frowning again Go in, you get your chest blown, got pounds for ten Elegant gentleman, slayer, and five round men That bend the block, creeping on your round robin kin For real So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta So gangsta We keep it gangsta, it's always gangsta