2Pap & 50 Kent - Gangsta Music (feat. Juelz Santana) | Текст песни

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• 2Pap & 50 Kent
• Gangsta Music (feat. Juelz Santana)

[2 Pac]
Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest
Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waiting to trick me, not the life for me
Living carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly
A man of military means in my artillery
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no
I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

[Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

[50 Cent]
Blood set, Crip set
Gangsta, respect
I give niggas the green light to get ya whole click wet
You been rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet
You had that ounce a whole week nigga you ain't flip yet
Before I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget shit
Mac check
Clip check
Vest check
I'm ready to roll
Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East
Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef
Niggas sayin' "I knew 50 back when he was Boo"
"When he used to pump crack on Guy Brew"
"Before he blew"
Then when they come through
Sayin' whats up I'm like "Who are you"
We ain't ever made no money together so we ain't cool
Cocaine, baking soda, a pot full of boiling water I'll teach you how to cook crack
Nigga how you like that?
Turn a buck into a stack
Man I mean a G-Stack
Just took it from 3 and a half to 14 you peep that
Smoke shit, pop shit on the low nigga
We roll shit, smoke shit pass the dro nigga

They stay at home
All alone
In the zone
Bumpin' 50's shit
That gangsta music
It makes 'em wanna grab the chrome
And just roam
On they own
And do it how the gangstas do it

[Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math