[Chorus]

Mo B. Dick



We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)

We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)

We Gangstafied (Yes you know indeed)

We Gangstafied



[Kane]

Wasn't never no Mama I wanna sing

It was mamma I wanna slang

So I can show off my gold chain, gold ring

Roll through the hood on them gold thangs

Now it's world war 3 in them streets

Ain't gone never have enough police

Picture I relax, relate, release

Like this all my homies rest in peace

Disrespect this, put you in the mix

Whopping out that tec grip

Running through your click like busting on you like death wish

Spinning your head like the exorcist

(*Smack*) that's a death kiss

Viscious, foaming at the mouth like rabies

Aint no good cause in my hood we was doing bad like crack babies

(Scandalous) Like Robin Givens

(And dangersous) Dead that's how we living

Shiesty, like ganking the offering up out the church.

Putting in work spitting game on your Boo

Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt

I'm tru

Taking everything you got with that infared dot on your knot

Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-C on cock

Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen

P-H at your own risk, cause fool to the tip you'll be gone with the wind

Playa



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[Master P]



Time to chop some game with the ballers

It ain't about slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters

When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks

My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.

My block be crazy my homey pushing dasies

Never had a chance to see his unborn baby

Aint that sad black rolling in the cadillac -aca