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Life a movie, who directin yo shit? That's low budget, mine's a Tarantino flic Block buster, I do my own stunts in this bitch Shout out to stunna, New Orleans niggas up in this shit No frontin, all my niggas really wit it Full frontline hustling, rappin got me on the two My homies been on TV for that other shit News at 6, nigga, grizzly discover it Body seems local, let the dog team recover it They can't release his name til they notify the family While the killer getting dressed for the club like ain't nothing happened I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit It's that 31st shit right'chea my nigga Uh Aye fuck a bitch, I'd rather keep a burner by my side SongtexteI'm from the south side, that's just how we ride My man got shot, that shit slowed em down My nigga even turned muslim, now he pray to Alah My nigga don't eat no pork but still smoke that pot So every time he see me he like light that fire And meanwhile I'm tryina get us off this hot ass block We just two peas in a pod tryin to get a peace of mind Bang bang, that's the shit I heard like all of the time I'm talkin every day have fiends fallin in line Today could be my last day but that's all part of the grind But that ain't part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job I had to get it since I wasn't born wit it I see the big pic, I'm thinkin long term nigga But they had drugs in that bitch, I grew up on that shit Guess I'm made for that shit, I got paid off that shit I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit Grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit Gangsta Gibbs baby Gangsta Gibbs baby Uh yea yea I drive every car that you dream about And every bitch that you wishin for leave her leakin out Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about It ain't no sleep on Virginia street when them niggas outside Walk servin the walkin dead Got meet me up the block cus my mama stay on my head Tellin me to go get a job but I'm choppin the rock instead If I make it up to the top will I pop and jump off the ledge? Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs nigga, thug life I'd trade this shit for wife and kids nigga Real nigga, fuck surviving, I want a grip nigga Act a fool, I make him go night night And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my nigga Mike Mike Bitch, I'm stuck in this shit, a million dollars up in this bitch I made my name stay in them puckers and shit And yea the streets again raised but the west coast paid me Pussy niggas get home safely I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit I grew up in this shit, stuck with this shit You too pussy to fuck with this shit But I'm in love with this shit Michael: They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let's set the meeting. Get our informants to find out where it's going to be held. They're going to search me when I first meet them, right? So I can't have a weapon on me then. But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I'll kill them both. Aus Songtexte Mania