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Styles P f/ Jadakiss, Sheek Louch - Текст песни Gangster, Gangster
[Chorus 2X: Styles P]
 Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster
 Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster
 Styles P is a gangster, D-Block
 Won't you come fuck with a gangster, gangster
 [Styles P]
 You don't get nothin but gun shells
 I ain't on the bar, Louch pass me the dumbbells
 I'm in war mode, they in more mode
 Body after body so the story was foretold
 Twist 'em up real tight just like a cornrow, stick in they hair grease
 Bullets in ya eye and your earpiece
 Bullets whistle like canary for canaries
 Your stones is yellow but so is the owner
 Ain't a Blood but I'll make him a donor
 Crash the whip at the dealer tryin to get me a loaner
 Got a spliff that I dipped in Corona
 Fuck around make you sip some ammonia
 Karma, put your ass in a coma
 Ain't nobody give a fuck if you paralyzed
 'Kiss past the saw so I can shave down to barrel size
 Said he was the king 'til he looked in the pharaoh eyes
 Blow was the bulb was the verse as the arrow ride
 What nigga!
[Chorus]
 [Jadakiss]
 Yup, AH-HA!
 Yo, you ain't got to remind me, I'm a top-of-the-line G
 If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3
 If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life
 Outside 'til it's finished my nigga, the whole night
 Few contract and inkpens later
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 Mountin the D, Cardi frames and pink Gators
 Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters
 Don't even think about the top 10, just think Jada
 Never eat no less, then I think greater
 Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks
 A boy on a bike, while my man willie it
 Silly shit, imagine how rich we could really get
 Fuck a pool table, the crib got a billiard
 Streets is our problem, hope Allah's got 'em
 Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster
[Chorus]
 [Sheek Louch]
 Silverback! No doubt (yeah)
 That's you son, aiyyo I got you though
 Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy, big Chevy
 24's, bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws
 4-4 sit on my lap, other thing in the truck
 It's too big and it come with a strap
 I got bitches, money, cars in a lot
 I already got weed, bring cigars to the spot
 Coke in a pot, 'gnac on the counter
 Three money countless; get from around us
 I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales
 Like they probably won't last in none of these jails
 I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers
 No shirt, I'm back muh'fuckers!
 The mac muh'fuckers don't clack muh'fuckers
 That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'fuckers
 Silverback nigga, the Barack O. of rap
 L.O.X., D-Block coward, hold that!
[Chorus]
















