Gangsta ****'s Like A Drug

Yeah again, another group collaboration

Verse one：tray deee

From the second i get dressed to get to steepin i'm on one

Fillin up the 4-4 if pop-po want some

I ain't runnin from a mother******

Dust a sucker off if he soft then ************* him if he suffer

Another one bites the dust like the song say

Bust em in the wrong way, caught up in the gunplay

One day, some say, we all gon' die

Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye

You're on your own, give em all and go explode

It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes

Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?

Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips

I give a damn bout the next fool, my tek rule

Ol' school ************* bout to take it to the next school

This gangsta *************t is like drugs, runnin with thugs

Puttin slugs in your mother****** mug

Chorus: squeak-ru, (tray deee)

This gangsta *************t is like a drug, (i got to ride)

And live for the hood to show my love

*repeat*

(*singing*)

This gangsta *************t is like a mother****** gangsta drug

Crips and bloods, ooooh

*repeat*

Verse two: squeak-ru

I got to bang on my enemy

I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me

So i'm gon' ride on they hood

Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood

You know that squeak-ru capped em

I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em

I'll be the gossip for ya block

When y'all explain to each other how i creep with the glock

The 4-5 ************* did the damage

I took two to da dome, so, *************, ************* a bandage

And all you got was a bodybag

Accomadations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag

Now you know i'm a killer

You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember

Mashed on your hood and got a trophy

If you really want revenge, *************, come get me

Chorus

Verse three: mack 10

This gangsta *************t is a must, and plus i bust

And puff angel dust for the headrush

I like the way the teks spit when i'm lit

I feel like '************* the police' and 'a ************* ain't *************t'

Plus i represent my curb to the fullest

And them, so-called hogs be like track stars when i pull this

Beat out, get the sheet out when i roam

Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done

So ************* a job, dogg, i jacks for my figures

Plus i live by the trigger and i ride for my *************s

On all-gold twisters on a front and back caddy

Every broad in they ghetto wish i was their baby daddy

So which lucky ho wanna be miss mack 1-0

You gotta have a gang of ass and be a *************-suckin pro

I wanna down ************* for my bride and when we ride

Gotta love this gangsta *************t and be down for the homicide

Chorus:

This gangsta *************t is like a drug, (i got to ride)

And live for the hood to show my love

*repeat*

(*singing*)

This gangsta *************t is like a mother****** gangsta drug

Crips and bloods, ooooh

*repeat x3*

[mack 10] rest in peace to all the soldiers

We lost to this gangsta *************t