Kane & Abel-Gangstafied
No Limit
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Ya gangstafied (Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are)
Ya gangstafied (This is for the real true gangstas)
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are wit me)
Ya gangstafied (Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
Wasn't never no "Mama I wanna sing"
It was "Mama I wanna slang"
So I could show off my gold chain, gold ring
Roll through the hood in them gold thangs
Now it's World War 3 in them streets
And you'll never have enough police
Picture, I relax, relate, release
Like that giant, some of my soldiers rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Loadin up that tec quick, runnin through your click
Like bustin on a death wish
Spinnin yo head like the exorcist, that's a death kiss
Vicious, foamin at the mouth like rabies
Ain't no good, cause in my hood
We was born bad like crack babies
Scandalous, like Robin Givens
And we're dangerous
Dead, that's how we livin
Shiesty, like gankin the offerin up out the church
Puttin in work, spittin game on your boo
Like wham bam when that Hennessy got me hurt
I'm true, takin everything you got
With the infrared dot on your knot
Down South hustlas got it on lock
With that J-L-O-C on cock
Gangstafied, five strong like formaldehyde
Tight like chain gangs in the pen
P.A. tats on wrist, clip full to the tip
You'll be gone wit the wind, playa
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are)
Ya gangstafied (This is for the real true gangstas)
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are wit me)
Ya gangstafied (Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
Time to chop some game with the ballers
It ain't about slangin ki's
Liftin half ounces or quarters
And when the task hit, that means it's time to throw your rocks
My little potna got 25 years for two rocks
My block be crazy, my homie pushin daisies
Never had a chance to see his unborn baby
Ain't that sad, black
Rollin in the Cadillac
Four 15 woofers bumpin behind him, hittin him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn
Cause when you gone, ain't no comin back
To my homie that dead and gone, tombstone
Livin me a thug like Pac
Cause I done got the world hooked on Ice Cream
I mean these gangsta rocks
We slangin in these tapes we bangin
Steady hangin on the block
Keep my product in my socks, ready to rock
Open up shop cause it's all good
Mr. Ice Cream Man, call me Mr. Rogers
Of the neighborhood, I'm bound, rowdy, gangstafied
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are)
Ya gangstafied (This is for the real true gangstas)
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are wit me)
Ya gangstafied (Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
It wasn't never no "Mama I wanna sing"
Down here, it's "Mama I wanna gangbang"
Wearin that red or blue star line
Totin no 9, even throwin up signs
No peace, got nothin to live for
Deceased, by the hands of that 4-4
Clack clack, pull the hammer back
After that, live fast and watch them die, you know
All I really wanna say is that they don't care about soldiers
Fallin asleep, behind the wheel in the Range Rover
Can't remember the last time I was sober
Whoop whoop, that's the po-po
Gotta watch them, they got some nerve
Talkin bout they 'posed to protect and serve
Just my money and my herb
Every playa that's on my team
Got a laser beam, knock yo head off, steal yo dream
Got burners you show, pay the price, ain't nothin nice
Servin fiends ain't what it seems
What the South about, big money, big guns, and those big booties
Well I'll be the soldier you lookin at, judgin me
Judgin me, while you doin your jury duties
I put my hand on the book and swore, and still lie
Why? Cause No Limit soldiers survive, gangstafied
So, so, so gangstafied
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are)
Ya gangstafied (This is for the real true gangstas)
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are wit me)
Ya gangstafied (Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
Ya gangstafied (Yes you are, yes you are, yes you are)
Ya gangstafied (Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)