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Текст песни Caddillac Tah, Chink Santana, Ja Rule, R - Gangstafied

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Hey Gotti, Hey ChuckHow the fuck we gon` keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?Know what I`m saying we killin` `em on the radioThen we jump off onto this gangsta shitBless our niggaz on the blockCould bring it however, you know what I`m sayin`?However they want itI don`t think these niggaz understand we still don`t give a fuckKnow what I`m talkin` about?[Chorus]Niggaz want the drama?They can get it `cause we soilders and we ridin` `till we dieStraight gangstafied y`all, betta reconizeSent the clique to fuckWe be pushin over bitches `bout they motherfuckin buisnessAnd we gon` be thuggin it fo` lifeYou could see it in their eyes, dog they never lieSent the clique to fuck[Caddillac Tah]Yeah, yoNiggaz trying to take us off our crimeWe back for the first time, like lugaChrisin` nigga listen we holdin rugazYou be wavin them pee shootasWe be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel shit I ain`t new to niggazBetter gaurd your madula, when I spit I`m hittin a shootaAnd used ta, The dragSo I keep the hammer tucked under the mitchell and nessTo clips in the vest, leavin yo` family stressedYeah I`m a son of a basterdGun playin I masterd, and way above the averageSwiffin` and cash is hate day(Hands up!)Go on the floor nigga it`s pay day, you know the prosedureHer animal and holdin heat it toatin the referRollin off the purple people eating the farari madinasPush the red line, Nigga for that bread I grindAnd each and everytime, I catch a nigga slippin` I`m gon` get himSo stay on yo` P`s, We gangstafied G`sAnd thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed[Chorus][Ronnie Bumps]I`m the reason you wake up and cry(It`s on nigga)I`ma be `till you crawl up and die(hold on nigga)For the first time I feelin my light(it`s on nigga)We movin weight if the price is right(hold on nigga)Gotta tell `em they ain`t talkin, for them niggaz who creepin`Gotta tangle in the walkin`, You either dead when you sleepin`(Tie `em up!)Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clipYou wishin it wasnt a day like this(I wonder why)Ii be in yo` crib bangin yo` bitch(I love to fly)Let her give you head and shitWhen you done give her back I got some breads to getThat`s yo` bitch, but my hoe, you owe me doughI P-I-M-P, Ridiculous my niggaMy guns stay empty, they sick of this niggaI ran threw the game, Shots wit no name, Blocks wit gun playLike we`re on cocaine Nigga![Chorus][Ja Rule]For the life of me, I can`t see why niggaz run on the gaurdIt`s unrighticously hard, and foolish like ShawnBut I know, niggaz is scared of the kid it`s coolIf you don`t know by now niggaz the name is RuleI put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherfuckers`Cause I`m always on time, especially when I caught a quarter past nineIin the mornin nigga, Catch you yawnin nigga, It`s murda my niggaFuck `em `cause these bitches got a dream to hear meLike I got a different stroke, and I`m fucked in penniesBut the reality it hurts more than the truthThe bitches you be fuckin on be fuckin me toIt`s surf boo, The trust with niggaz with benz`s and big trucksThem MTV cribs, off the islands hereAnd y`all scared I can see it in yo` eyes`Cause y`all don`t want no more driver in yo` eyes[Chorus]

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