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213 The Gangsta Clicc Lyrics - The Hard Way - 213

Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there 

Is this that shit that make a nigga just 

It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all 

I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all 

I slid up in a party where some suckers was at 

Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat 

My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit 

But I didn't give a fuck cuz this twin a Crip 

The first young nigga with a baseball cap 

Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut 

I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back 

Now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped' 

I know you seen me on your MTV raps 

Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy 

I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready 

Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him 

Talk shit for a minute then deal with him 

Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass 

Cuz I'mma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast 

You use some act-right like LaBetty 

And let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city 

Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano 

Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana 

All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done 

I like playing six-to-one 

This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds 

And walking on you bitch niggas that run 

213 the gangsta clicc 

21 motherfucking 3 nigga 

All we do is the gangsta shit 

213 the gangsta clicc 

Haha and you know it, nigga 

All we do is the gangsta shit 

Y'all know what's happening 

I shoot 'em up, I bang bang 

Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang 

Still from the Beach, still a g thang 

213 in the house and you know how we came 

We came to party homie, so back up 

Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body 

I bust guns, you bust guns 

Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun 

Want some? Come and get it 

On your marks, get set, blah! 

That's coming with it 

They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it 

It don't stop, still dont love bitches 

My G-niggas, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) 

Speak it loud and clearly 

If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) 

You can call me Lil' Meeno 

Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes 

His finger on the trigger but it way too slow 

You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome 

You can call me Nate King Cole 

Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hoes 

All damn dimes up in every area codes 

Gangsta shit, yep and all the hoes know 

When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator 

We gon' get it baby girl now or later 

She said she wanted to play so I played her 

Made a promise to pay, but never paid her 

It's just she's a goddamn ho 

And all of my niggas know 

They knowin' since '94 

Wherever we go, she gon' go 

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Copyright: Emi Music Publishing

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