gangstas don't cry? Did y'all know all thugs don't ride? We gangsta pimpin' but we had to You ever touch my sister, got you I'm keepin' it gangsta, '
set 'em up" "I love these punch shots" "I love these punch shots" "Hit 'em clean. You can tell he's in pain" "I love these
They don?t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds Always show groupies love, getting head
I love you Reminiscin' needin' tissues, fightin' over childish issues Swear I can't live witchu but without you every day I miss you When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta
tanks and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick (Oh) Nigga all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and bricks
nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm
done is what you do, you lived off crimes, you wasn't true Now your spittin venom, cause word around town is that I fucked your boo You niggaz love playa
my gun, sitting on your ear piece Having your bitch screaming please don't kill me I don't owe you shit and I ain't your daddy I don't own the six I
I'm lounging in your town, so get ready or bow down Homey, in Cali we don't play around [Chorus x2] To all my true players keeping it live Putting it
you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely So you won't be lonely So you won't be lonely So you won't be lonely And I'm gonna
the table through the years I ain't the average, ya heard? Respect my gangsta, it's all hustle Steal it on 'em, you know? Loving da game you gave me, loving
all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****" We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school
All guns and no knives (So serious) I got 40 cars, fuck a bike 'Cause I don't ride 'cause I don't like It's 3 T's and fuck nights (So serious) Well
[boo] for only you, give me feelings that I can't understand [rock] for only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man Repeat 1 [gangsta boo] I love
with the triple 6, you don't know who you're fuckin' wit Not to play for cheap Got you ? to jb And some gas wit your ? ? ? live as you could be Talkin
them cuts upon these men Again it's on, don't be phony Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em You think you're tough fool Look at your ? , hey, they groupies Nigga, don't