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Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

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Now ain't this a bitch

Them niggas got my name

In some police shit

I don't sell no crack

But I can sell you some raps

I've did that shit for 12 years

And all I got was 12 years worth of fuckin tears

I lost my cars, I lost my cribs

I got shot a bunch of times

Friends told on friends

My baby momma say that she loves me

Then I got them hoes up in the street that want to fuck me

And ride around in my shit intel they free to suck my dick

Lickin on my balls, cause I took them all to the mall

Baby, I'm a millionaire call me a boss player

I had fun on the run

So this is for the

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

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I'm tired stayin up late, I done lost to much weight

And peepin out the window every 15 mother fuckin minutes

I'm tired of Babys askin me were I'm goin to

Am I comin home, ( I HOPE I DO)

When I see your next Birthday

Baby I can't say, I play out these hills

Just to see another year, every gangster likes hoes, and clothes and cars

I can't be your daddy and a fuckin rap star

Black folks keep strugglin to make it

And everything we get, the police try to take it

They want to find out how I am livin down south

And send me to the feds, and a auction on my house

Put my name in the newspapers, call me a mince

And send me to the pin, with a mandatory 10

I ain't proud of won't I did, I ain't mad cause I done it

The cookies make the cakes, and cakes make the money

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

So you think want to be like Mr. Mother fuckin Biggs, huh

You want your head full of gray hair

You want to shot niggas and get shot up

Then take your stupid ass right there and do it then

I might get a chance to see the streets before I'm old

Keep a clean record they might give me parole

50/50 chance that I make it, I don't know, I know I am ready to leave

But they ain't ready to let me go

I am on my bed, thinking about some shit a bitch done said

I'm sittin down on my walk, with a number on my forehead

Dogg, this shit has got me in some danger, my mother fuckin gangstas niggas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

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Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas

Gangstas, Gangstas

Ballaz, Ballaz

Hustlaz, Hustlaz

Playas, Playas