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Gangstafied Forever Lyrics - Singles - Kane & Able

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya 

 

Whats up to all my people, Kane and Abel is back 

Down south hustlers, soldier haters and jealous busters got me strapped 

Got bigger paper now so I got a bigger gat 

Slangers and head busters ride burbans and lacs 

 

Please, every brass for the tank love 

'Cause soldiers respect soldiers and soldiers respect thugs 

Like Slim say, hundred ground drum in the AK 

If you don't respect the rap sheet, we don't play 

 

Got fans in Japan who love this ghetto rap 

Got to holler at Master P 'cause he put us on the map 

Kane on attack, wont you let me hear the click clack 

Represent your war stay hard soldiers in combat 

 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya 

 

I'm a G A N G S to the A 

I'm a gangsta ass nigga, plus I don't play 

Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool 

I couldn't get a job I had to settle for robbing niggas 

'Cause I got too many tattoos 

 

That's how I slug my drugs at, hang where my thugs at 

Give a fuck on niggas stay real, you stay real, you gotta love that 

 

I'm a G to the A to the N to the S to the T 

To the F to the I to the E to the D 

You know the S to the E to the R to the V 

Always ready to cock to the glock 

Niggas drop to the pop, nigga, this tank block 

 

Pushin' that ass to the four to the O, niggas know this N.O. 

So feel my pain niggas know the game 

Down with Kane and Abel a hundred G's 

On the T to the A to the L to the A 

 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya 

 

I hit the block gat cocked down to do some thangs 

Talkin' 'bout the white change, we can do some thangs 

Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane remain true to the game 

Decked out on the cut with the platinum frame 

 

Meet me at the motel choppin' way on the scale 

Caught the dirty ghetto mail on this highway to hell 

Woo woo, the po po's kick down the door 

Caught the cash ya low now they searchin' for more 

 

No peace in the city where the soldiers dwell 

Fifteen years old war stories to tell, well 

 

Gangstafied forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya 

 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied forever, forever 

Gangstafied, ya ya ya ya ya 

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