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Lil` Rob f Royal T, Point Blank, OG Span

Low Profile Gangsters: Keep It Gangsta

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Текст песни Lil` Rob f Royal T, Point Blank, OG Span - Low Profile Gangsters: Keep It Gangsta

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Typed by: CruisinInBlue86@cs.com[Royal T]Hell YeahCheck this outIt`s motherfuckin` Royal T homieUp on this bitchFuckin` vatos yappin` homieWe don`t fuck around at Low Pro[Verse 1] -Never fucking aroundYou wanna be known the way I be puttin` them downBucking them down fool, the way I be getting aroundHard on the city, be fellin` your pity, just hopin` there`s no tomorrowWhen ever you mom`s on my mind fool, you know the timeThe way I murder and slaughter you father, your mother, and your daughterWhen ever you comin`, you better be gunnin`, before I make my motherfuckin`?? comin`Gang bangin` in the 6-1-9, Low Pro keep it real when we on the grindI`m stuck up fool, I don`t hear the hater`s talkin`I focus on chips, that bullshit keep walkin`Got at your ex, cause baby doll keep jockin`Got her, sprong on the dick, now that bitch is night stalkin`Tryna be my baby`s mama, but chill baby dollI already got one, that drive`s me up the fuckin` wallI`m just tryna ball, and be single and freeNow watch me hope a `63 from L.A. to S.D.Chorus 2x:It`s so ruff, so tuff, the shit we been trough (What!!)A Whole lotta hatin`, be still continue (Biatch)Making dope track`s that still offend you (What!!)Either we gonna hit the street`s or we gonn hit`chu (Oooooo)[Verse 2]I`m old school, no 20`s, I roll 13`sS.D., Jersey, it`s about time you heard meSlow motion through the cityNeedy with the greedyWhat`chu know about the Low Profile committeeScopin` chica`s with the tight clothesAlways spittin` tight flows, hit`chu with oh, five holesWhat`chu ready to die holmes?Watch me get my shine on, watch me get my ride onIf you got beef, homie, we gonna collide homlesTrue gangster shit, get on my hitNow trip if you wanna tripBut I spit flows, equivalent, 2 slug`s of the clipDon`t slit, we got it on lock, keep da block from burnin` downPlatinum sounds, made enough cash, to put you undergroundHell yeah, got that heat, 17 shot`s across the streetI made that money, and like pussy, I`m gonna kill itEse`s don`t play, we roll mad ??Test the ball`s on my homie, you`ll be dead in the street of SoutheastChorus 2x[Verse 3] - Lil` RobI wake up in the morning, can`t wait for night timeYou said you got a style but it`s not quite like mineYou said your fucking real? then let`s keep it realYou wanna be like me cause I got the rap appealYou little leva, every time I hear your nameI laugh cause I know you, claimin` that your somethin`You ain`t nothin`, your bluffin`, so ruff, so tuffWhen your on the mic, put it down, like your headWhen I saw you at the mall that nightEvery thing you say is dumb, crack my craniumI`ll crack you cranium, in the center, of Qualcomm StadiumWith everybody watchin`, "You can only witness the thing`s you seeNot the things you hear" remember that, so stop talkingmocking what your jocking, next time you see me puto, keep on walkin`Don`t be stopping or we`ll be boxingYou hate me, but you play me, how else would you hear thisCheckin` out my lyrics cause you fear this you can`t get near thisChorus 2x

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