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bebron beibs - gangsta's (feat. 50 cent & 2pac) remix كلمات أغنية

[intro: pop smoke]
them n_ggas gotta hear what the f_ck i’m talkin’ ’bout (woo, woo)
(i be in new york)
feel me, lil’ z? (i be in new york with the gangsters)
on your set with some real sh_t, n_gga (gangsters)
(swirv)
i don’t want none of that extra loud sh_t
this ain’t none of that rainbow hair sh_t
know what i’m sayin’? (i be in new york with the gangsters)
this the real streets sh_t, yeah, n_gga
(i be in new york with the gangsters)
f_ckin’ voice of the streets, man
it’s like jesus walkin’ (woozin’ automatics)
more like christopher walking, man (i be with the straights and the apes)
y’all know what’s up (talkin’ stone to stone)
(bringin’ bags, we don’t wanna hеar nothin’ ’bout it)
(free all my n_ggas, free all the streets)

[chorus: pop smoke]
i be in new york with thе gangsters
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, grrt)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (bah, foreign)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (phantom, bah, bah, bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, bah)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (you lackin’ ass n_ggas)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)
[verse 1: pop smoke]
.44 got a kickback (bah)
cl!ck_clack, get back (bah)
shots at your rib pack (grrt)
or you can get chin checked (woo)
them twirlin’ n_ggas actin’ up (actin’ up)
so n_ggas packed him up (pack him up)
brazy was actin’ tough (dweeb)
’til n_ggas slapped him up (p_ssy)
pop smoke on top (haha)
n_ggas mad as f_ck (mad)
six by six, big benz on my wrist (grrt)
if you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (woo)
automatically on the blocked list (blocked, b_tch)
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (guns), but never shot sh_t (cap)
might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (p_ssy)
run up and i’m brandin’ them, take a n_gga shoppin’ (b_tch)
reach and i’m branchin’ it ’cause i don’t know who watchin’ (i’m on point)
it’s a ginger ale and henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (hahaha)
38’s on the block (bah), a n_gga won’t hesitate (bah)
had to move these b_tches up (move up) ’cause they was in the way
i wouldn’t want them to get shot by an enemy

[chorus: pop smoke]
i be in new york with the gangsters (and what’s up?)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, grrt)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (bah, foreign)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (phantom, bah, bah, bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, bah)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (you lackin’ ass n_ggas)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)
[verse 2: 50 cent]
america got a thing for this gangster sh_t, they love me
black chukkas, black skully, leather pelle pelle
i tag spit over ramo’s sh_t, i’m a vandal
got that silver duct tape on my trey_eight handle
the women in my life bring confusion and sh_t
so like nino in “new jack,” i holla “cancel that b_tch!”
look at me, this is the life i chose
n_ggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
i built an empire on the low, the narc’s don’t know
i’m the weatherman, i take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do’
o after o, you know?
homie, i’m just triple beam, dreaming, n_ggas be scheming
i fiend to live the good life

[chorus: pop smoke]
i be in new york with the gangsters (and what’s up?)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, grrt)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (bah, foreign)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (phantom, bah, bah, bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a ‘tander (‘tander, bah)
if my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (you lackin’ ass n_ggas)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)
[verse 3: 2pac]
eric b. & rakim was, the sh_t to me
i flip to see a doug e. fresh show, with ricky d
and red alert was puttin’ in work, with chuck chill
had my homies on the hill gettin’ ill, when sh_t was real
went out to steal
remember raw, with daddy kane?
when de la soul was puttin’ potholes in the game
i can’t explain how it was, whodini
had me puffin’ on that buddha gettin’ buzzed, ’cause there i was
them block parties in the projects and on my block
you diggy don’t stop sippin’ on that private stock
through my speaker queen latifah, and mc lyte
listen to treach, krs to get me through the night
with t la rock and mantronix, to stetsasonic
remember “push it” was the bomb sh_t

- bebron beibs

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