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(feat. Jay-Z & Ja Rule) Uhh And you don't stop Rockafella y'all Clueminati Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit [x2] Understand why y'all nigga is mad at me Sitting around like damn, that could be me All the cars and bitches livin' lavishly But there's only one problem you ain't as bad as me Who could flip a record company from half a key? And drop a gold album do the math with me Turn and go platinum, that would be Fuck it I lost count Why don't you tell me the amount? Since you gossip like groupies notice please I never go broke my name got 2 G's J-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day I be right there when your mics blow out I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out I right there with the same ice to light up your house Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out SongtexteI'm the stuff Niggas write about Jigga's A legend J-Hova end of the session Fuck with me now Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit [x4] We live from the 7-1-8 Got my chick in D & V At this very second runnin' your plate 2 knocks on your door, One gun in your face 2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe Place the safe in the bath tub I got one plire You better hope this money don't catch fire You so soft no mask no rope one clip and I Let this nigga run around untie I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild but nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom You know Jay Z's spot him I haven't heard him in a while And you know how come? His little faggot in the corner dialing 911 Snatched the phone get a grip thug you supposed to be tough What you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs In the underworld we take care of beef ourself And another thing yo we police ourself Either you follow the codes or you sell cocaine This life will swallow your self so get outta game Go to church every Sunday and prey hard Drug dealer (haha) don't quit your day job Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit [x4] Nigga who else Pop guns and rap jewels Mean while Burning in hell child We the center of attention Show me love for my nigga blazing My niggas is made men Gangsters shit get coke and sugar boes Got hoes for every home And never fuck they own Even though the Fed's got a sweating grip in the chrome Commuter case is closed they tapping' the telephone Dialing' a 213 zone now Got ?? slap a bitch up and send her down Felling me, I wanna put this hustle behind me But every time I look away he's hitting me blindly I'm looking for the light baby And here it is As soon as the nigga smiling Darker the night gets That's why we Gangster and you players Take 2 to the heart Inc. World most murderous Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit? We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit [x4] Aus Songtexte Mania