Caddillac Tah - Gangstafied lyrics

Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck How the f** we gon' keep droppin this fire on these n***as? Know what I'm saying we k**in' 'em on the radio Then we jump off onto this gangsta sh** Bless our n***as on the block Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'? However they want it I don't think these n***as understand we still don't give a f** Know what I'm talkin' about? [Hook] n***as want the drama? They can get it cause we soilders and we ridin' 'till we die Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize Sent the clique to f** We be pushin over b**hes 'bout they motherf**in buisness And we gon' be thuggin it fo' life You could see it in their eyes, dog they never lie Sent the clique to f** [Caddillac Tah] Yeah, yo n***as trying to take us off our crime We back for the first time, like luga Chrisin' n***a listen we holdin rugaz You be wavin them pee shootas We be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel sh** I ain't new to n***as Better gaurd your madula, when I spit I'm hittin a shoota And used ta, The drag So I keep the hammer tucked under the mitchell and ness To clips in the vest, leavin yo' family stressed Yeah I'm a son of a basterd Gun playin I masterd, and way above the average Swiffin' and cash is hate day(Hands up!) Go on the floor n***a it's pay day, you know the prosedure Her animal and holdin heat it toatin the refer Rollin off the purple people eating the farari madinas Push the red line, n***a for that bread I grind And each and everytime, I catch a n***a slippin' I'm gon' get him So stay on yo' P's, We gangstafied G's And thanks to I.G we flyin at hot speed [Hook] [Ronnie Bumps] I'm the reason you wake up and cry(It's on n***a) I'mma be 'till you crawl up and die(hold on n***a) For the first time I feelin my light(it's on n***a) We movin weight if the price is right(hold on n***a) Gotta tell 'em they ain't talkin, for them n***as who creepin' Gotta tangle in the walkin', You either dead when you sleepin'(Tie 'em up!) Gimme a minute you be ??? Huggin the clip You wishin it wasn't a day like this(I wonder why) Ii be in yo' crib bangin yo' b**h(I love to fly) Let her give you head and sh** When you done give her back I got some breads to get That's yo' b**h, but my ho, you owe me dough I P-I-M-P, Ridiculous my n***a My guns stay empty, they sick of this n***a I ran threw the game, Shots wit no name, Blocks wit gun play Like we're on c**aine n***a! [Hook] [Ja Rule] For the life of me, I can't see why n***as run on the gaurd It's unrighticously hard, and foolish like Shawn But I know, n***as is scared of the kid it's cool If you don't know by now n***as the name is Rule I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherf**ers Cause I'm always on time, especially when I caught a quarter past nine Iin the mornin n***a, Catch you yawnin n***a, It's murda my n***a f** 'em cause these b**hes got a dream to hear me Like I got a different stroke, and I'm f**ed in pennies But the reality it hurts more than the truth The b**hes you be f**in on be f**in me to It's surf boo, The trust with n***as with benz's and big trucks Them MTV cribs, off the islands here And y'all scared I can see it in yo' eyes Cause y'all don't want no more driver in yo' eyes [Hook]