Keep It Gangsta (feat. Shyne) Lyrics by G. Dep

Lyrics G G. Dep Lyrics Keep It Gangsta (feat. Shyne) Lyrics

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(feat. Shyne) [G. Dep] I got enough flows to spit, they cold as shit Give you what you supposed to get, to close ya lip I got enough O's to get, and hoes to hit Try to stick ya nose in shit, get froze and stiff. Talk about load ya clip, and O's you flip. When you ain't holdin shit but droze and dick. Roll the spliff, take the toke You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or I shake ya boat. Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat Bad hoes, (??) See the snake, (??) leave faith then they hate to go Yo, Its to late to blow Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low [Shyne - Hook] We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Fload ya block, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Coat Them rocks, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Drop the top, and keep it gangsta We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Wylin, stylin, and keep it gangsta [Shyne] Shyne Po, I keep it (??) like im supposed too In a hard top something fronten I must of (??) died, came back as a rapper Scareface, smith and eights, in my life after Bone crushers on my hip, cause shit get thick In the myths, of killas tryin to get rich Im two shells from hell, u can tell im made for this life District (??) I don't give a fuck, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen, wishen Watchin the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I-acapo

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