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Gangsta Track 2 (Young Blood)
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Straight motherfuckin' ballin'
Part two still ballin'
Corrupt up in this motherfuckin'
Westside
Ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas 'cause they lame
In a 6'1", Chevy still heavy in this gat, can you
Feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug
Nigga, I up before the sunrise quicker than a drug dealer tell me if it's somethin'
Nigga, then we burst a broad bust on these bitch made niggas
Hit em up west side ain't nobody Love me as I'm broke
Nigga finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I slow niggas
I let my females track
Lil' fucker from the back, I get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at ridin', pass by
While these niggas wonder why I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next to try did I cry? Hell nah, nigga
Tears shed for all my homies in the pen in the pen, many beers
They niggas still ballin' till the day I die
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfuckers still ballin', niggas wonder why
Now everybody wanna see us dead
You murder on the front page shot the death bullets to the head
Niggas holla at my name and it's similar, waiting motherfuckers
Never come till they run into they grave
Watch Swoot damn with my nigga from the back
Cause the fuck, I'm give a fuck when you killin' niggas, we a blast
Keep pumpin', they worry about, nothin'
But the story was frontin', so we loaded, keep goin'
I feel heat everywhere, niggas see me up in the streets
I don't tweak, speak it straight only eight under the seat, match
Mission mode, my thoughts with holy pots and plans for scams
Money bags, a gold roll and collide homicide, five for side
Thug life and dog pound on this midnight ride
Ever since we hit the road, we got station
With no hesitation, make moves
Take a move to too smooth, be elaborate your slow like motion
Focus on the money that's made and sip on this poisonous potion
Grandma get you got, too much heat, too hot
It's shank, it's shot, indulging in this poisonous plot
Frame and fortune, fortune from game
Wheat and zag, endless amounts of cash
Zags is all the same, ain't shit ever gon' change
As long as this money takes change, nigga
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