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Название песни: Gangster Shit
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G-Unit - Gangster Shit текст песни, lyrics

[50 Cent - Talking] 
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit 
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? 
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know? 

[Chorus x2] 
They, they talking that 
That gangsta shit 
They ain't about that 
Man, matter of fact 
Hand me my strap 
Show me where they at 
I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

[50 Cent] 
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon 
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on 
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat 
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack 
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop 
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot 
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock 
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop 
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit 
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit 
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block 
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not 
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha 
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova 
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you 
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM! 

[Chorus] 

[Young Buck] 
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit 
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it 
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne 
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James 
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding 
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating 
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber 
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a 
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" 
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me 
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under 
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja 
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must 
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss 
So point him out and watch how I knock him off 
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks 
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps 
Begging niggas don't understand though 
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo 
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo 
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know 
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce 
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic 
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have 
My niggas buying so much ammo 
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle 
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones 
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes 
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock 
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! 

[Chorus]

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