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Badass 3.5 all the way live Real gangsta This that 3.5 Always down to wet one, send ya Step, son Hus- Hu- Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Boosie Badass, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one Wayne P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Yahoo, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) I know a nigga named Tulu out the park, never talked Took his leg, suck my dick, in my book he's a G Rest in piece to Walter T, he threw his foes and talked to me Never thought I'd see his blood up in the street, Walt a G And Capon, that was my dawg, he put me in it, he fucked with Boosie Fresh out Angola (Yeah) with that pack and I showed him I could move it Free V. Lucas, my gangsta, hope your sentence done changed This for my nigga Lil Ivory, they'll kill ya just 'cause ya famous I gotta give respect to my boy to the death of ours SongtexteShe told the boy he goin' hard, that nigga dick get hard Nigga took my boy, that was my boy, so he blessed the yard Tell me, what else you expected from me? I'm a gangsta Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em J. Prince, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one Killa H, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Southwest P, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one These hoes love it, real gangsta (Real gangsta) I was a juvie in Baton Rouge, I had to let it go (Let it go) Makin' moves, kickin' up dust with my nephew low (Get low) I used to cook coke with Little P and little Daddy O I used to fuck with Silky Slim 'til he did that pussy shit on the radio Let's talk some real shit, those I kept it real with Niggas ain't gon' hype me shit when I was sellin' my kicks My bad, can't forget Dig 'em, fuck your habit, you a G 'Fore you flooded your own nephew, you came cross the trap to me And that was cradle to the grave shit, yay-yay And that was Busta and some Flav shit (I miss Coo), yay-yay Yay-yay, real Gs, we ain't trustin' nothin' (Trustin' nothin') I was sellin' dope, couldn't even trust my cousin Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Black Trell, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one Craig Game, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Hustle with the best of 'em, shot at all the rest of 'em Lil' Bleek, real gangsta (Real gangsta) Always down to wet one, send your son to step one My nigga Ghost, real gangsta (Real gangsta) D-Pitch He died with his mask on (Real gangsta) Lil' Ton Died gettin' his smash on (Real gangsta) Soulja Slim He died in front his mom's home (Real gangsta) But through my music that nigga lives on (That's real gangsta) That big Slim was a gangsta Aus Songtexte Mania