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gangsta p - body bags كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, checkin’ you bustas

[verse 1]
i done did so much dirt i don’t know how it’s comin’
but n-gga i ain’t runnin’, i’m down for the gunnin’
slinger, jacker, gangsta, macker
jack-of-all-trades so peep this motherf-ckin’ factor
born in chi-town but now i’m west coast livin’
east side n-gga slingin’ a gang of them chickens
no understandin’, known to bust this can
and i’m for sure yo -ss gon’ lay up in cp bannon
f-ckin’ with this lil -ss loc’d out g
n-ggas try to peep my style, but sh-t, they can’t follow me
stuck in this game, i know a bullet’s got my name on it
n-ggas better be accurate when they bust, i’m havin’ fits
with this ninety-round chopper, makin’ n-ggas holla
once i bounce out the seven tray impala
watch that -ss cuz i’ll blast
puttin’ n-ggas in body bags

[chorus]
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven

[verse 2]
f-ck a vest to my chest i’m goin’ out like scarface
ain’t no love so these slugs goin’ off in your face
recognize this realness, hustle from the village
heartless n-gga known to pull the trigger with the quickness
only got love for my homies
n-ggas who think they know me, don’t test me
i’ll lay ya up in the funeral ceremony
(who do ya trust?)
(me, myself, and i)
(why?)
(cuz i’mma do or die live a street life)
that’s the only thing i know, f-ck a high school diploma
i major in slingin’ this cola on the corner
oakland, cali, from the hood, not the valley
sniffin’ in the gang, find you dead in my alley
roped off, gangsta p ain’t soft
so you punks pay the cost as your family takes the loss
watch that -ss cuz i’ll blast (yeah, b-tch)
puttin’ you n-ggas in body bags

[chorus]
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven

[verse 3]
n-gga all in my face and he owe me a grip
(what’d you do?) broke him off a key and i ain’t seen sh-t
of my paper, busta better run and pull a caper
the way i’m feelin’ now, n-gga, god couldn’t save you
f-ck takin’ losses, now you’re caught up in the crosses
cuz i don’t wanna hear that bullsh-t, you’ll have to toss it
got the 4-5 glock, rollin’ up your block
fixin’ to start some sh-t, you’d better have my f-ckin’ knot
hate to be played, touch my nuts, n-ggas gettin’ sprayed
like raid, i think you’re thinkin’ i’m the type of n-gga that’s b-tchmade
time to let you know the time, bustas like you drop dimes
tonight’s the night you hear the flatline
from my 187 crime
watch that -ss cuz i’ll blast
puttin’ you n-ggas in body bags

[chorus]
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven
i got love for this 187
when i hit you better pray yo -ss lay and go to heaven

- gangsta p

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