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Gangsta Shit

Album cover art for "Gangsta Shit" by Z-Dogg & 211 (TN)

Z-Dogg & 211 (TN) - Rap, Funk

Gangsta Shit

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1994.

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[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Nigg-nigg-nigg-nigg-nigg-nigga We can handle this like some gentleman or we can get into some gangster shit Ga-ga-gang-gangster shit Gang-ga-ga-ga-ga-gangster shit Ga-gangster shit Ga-gangster shit Ga-gangster shit [Verse 1: 211] A pimp ass nigga, it's me the D-E-U-C-E A gangster comin' from north side of Memphis, see I clown, midnight south bound, I'm kickin' up mud, I'm smokin' much bud My yalk it spills that blood, nigga, I ain't no killer But, nigga, if it's on I let the Sig's plus trace, spit that lead and peel your dome A Mack, got game I pack, my money it comes in stacks From dope to onion smoke, I'm loced on ho-tracks I'm deep in the chevy, lookin' heavy, pass me the hype I light green, I got packed off and just hit grandaddy's pipe Expressin' that punk punk-shit, I ain't wip bitches 7-4 Too ruth' for the black gangsters, black as the but death, ho Disrespect that G, gotta handle this shit Off sprayin' from the [?] with that [?] shit get that wig split I don't act, 211 sane, fuckin' with the MSM, bitch Prepare for the massacre [Chorus: Snoop Dogg & ] Ga-ga-gang-gangster shit 'Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my [Verse 2: 211] Comin' at you again with mixed off varieties We got them thangs to go cool, blowin' up your society I'm claimin' my city and everything with the territory Won't be tellin' no lies, none of 'em talk stories Because talk tales make strong smells of bodys Found left in the alley, mob style, niggas leavin' a hole in the body So come on down to the capital city, the M-Town The money, the mack and the murder, if you ain't with it, bitch, lay it down I'm cuttin' up [?] constantly smokin' on this weed Pumpin' them slugs 'til they bleed, in the dirt was planted a evil seed, boy This UZI think that shit don't stay until they stepped on the wrong niggas toes with much rank, so Set trip and big clips will empty out hollow points Goin' off like I'm psycho on these motherfuckin' ink joints It's gettin' drastic, body's in plastic, fuckin' with me if you jack Not by a buster, bitch, but a gangster, mane

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  • 211 (TN)