niggas Gotta love gangsta's (You got to love a gangsta) You gotta love gangsta's Tha Realest Richie Rich And mutha-fuckin' Scarface Gotta love gangsta's
Gotta love gangsta's (You got to love a gangsta) You gotta love gangsta's Tha Realest Richie Rich And mutha-fuckin' Scarface Gotta love gangsta's Why?
get a job and blow, Why should i love ya, Why should i kiss ya, Gang of cats banged ya, Dats y i diss ya, Imma paint a picture, Didnt dem gang hit ya,
nigga I love it to hustle I love it to muscle I love it to money I know we gotta a lot of pain from these streets It seems like there's no gang but
Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not I Give A Fuck Dawg, Bullets
In The Rush, Turn It Up Let It Bump, Now Nigga Lets Roll, Gotta Fill Up, When Ya Drank Up, Anything That'll Bang On Tha Roller, Gotta Chose What I Listen
Foe tha' love of money Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my nine And bitch if you slip You
Nothin Sweet Unless Its Presidential, Cause That Is Where I Sleep, So Give Me My Key! [Verse 2: Rick Ross] One Love To The Gangs, But I'm In The Thangs
Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga
back Both loaded workin', we about to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target
I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now I hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And I aint in no game Even if you
You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not I Give A Fuck Dawg, Bullets Is Hot
Ice grill Country Grammar Where da hustlas move bricks and da gangsta's bang hamma's Where I got em you can spot them On da top in da bottom Gotta bill
