[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dipset
k**a, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C'mon, let's do it
Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Everywhere jeah, jeah
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose with the pen jeah
Shorty do it to win jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
[Juelz Santana]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step.
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest
What, (jeah) sh**, (jeah) f**, (jeah) b**h, (Jeah)
You so crazy.
My n***as spit the Glock
Rude boi lick a shot
Neva seen up in a pot
Cook it to a bigga rock
And I be wit dem gangstaz , I creep wit the gangstaz
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady
They makin' me crazy
I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me
And I'm makin' 'em crazy
And they like when I do it, they like when I move it
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda
[Hook]
I'm movin', movin', movin'
He's movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin', movin'
Stop movin' - Shot bruise 'em
Two more for Cam for takinh over the Roc.
It's my year so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain's was here
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it
Shorty came to do it
I bang wit the five I see hate in ya eyes
You waitin' to die
I pray for you guys, hate to keep wasting your lives
Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side
You can love it, you can hate it
You can want it
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again
I'm a better child, yous a pedophile
I go throw lead around, my hoes throw head around
They DTP's deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.'s we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sell
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
Real shottas, f** ya foreigners stay
I'm movin', movin', movin'
Y'all losin', losin', losin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real ho
I don't see a touchdown; arms up, field goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low
Lil dick, you a dickhead, nah dil*o
I chill though, pipping in the Range
All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved wit they fam?
Ask you, tattoos on they hand
Slang all the white, cruise wit the tan
Pink on they back, blue in they van)
Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock
Puple in the air, green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you, dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you
[Hook]