Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Ace Hood

Now that's some gangster shit 

Don't know who you're fucking with 

Listen 

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Now I've been known to kill them with the flow 

The beats is back off to attack him, kicking down your door 

You looking at a pro, smoking them like some indigo 

See we are Seminoles, running right through your end zone 

I'm coming as soon as they holler, I get them, I got them 

They know it's on 

No more of the games, you know what the name 

I aim to bang the chrome 

It's Mister Whatever, about my cheddar if you've never known 

Money over bitches, now you can carry on 

Some call me arrogant, I'm like a veteran 

Big shit nigga, I ain't talking elephants 

Now what you know about it? 

My niggas they bothered about it 

It's We the Best the mod, something like Illuminati 

I'm taking the coupe to college, trying to find a model about it 

Take them to the crib, now it's time to party 

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Now that's some gangster shit 

Not fucking with lames, or fucking with faith 

Now that's some gangster shit 

You fucking with me, or fucking with you 

Now that's some gangster shit 

All my niggas about it about 

Now that's some gangster shit 

Now that's some gangster shit 

I'm fucking with real and never fake 

Now that's some gangster shit 

I'm chasing that dough and never hoes 

Now that's some gangster shit 

All my niggas about it about 

Now that's some gangster shit 

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And now I'm back off in the place to be 

Got rid of the nice in me, it's nice to meet my enemy 

Don't run up on me though, I give you a overdose 

I leave them on the stretcher, I ain't talking cardio 

I'm sorry you didn't know, I'm dipping, I'm moving a '64 

I'm fucking the baddest hoes, I'm beating the pussy like Baggio 

Now cut the music up, and pour me up a cup 

And roll you up a blunt, if you getting major bucks 

Now welcome to gangster shit, I'm hopping up out of the fancy whip 

Them chains around my neck, and every diamond costs a grip 

See I'm a superstar, I'm never at the bar 

I valet park the car, pockets on that salad bar 

Nasty with the flow, you can call it caviar 

Uh, now that's some gangster shit 

I'm with a gangster clique 

And all my niggas toting the clip