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SILKK THE SHOCKER Miscellaneous What Gangsta's Do"(feat. Kane & Abel, Mo B. Dick [Silkk the Shocker] Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler [Chorus] What gangstas do for money 187, 211 I'm bout it bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever [Silkk the Shocker] I wants money the powers the shit nigga I need dollar shit Til I win the lotto bitch My motto is to get rich Hustler make things all right Connected on our flight You need da Gs and keys over in the car Drove back all night Won't do nuttin for some ass While I will do anything for some cash Fuck the police now I from city fresh off a copper's ass What you gon do when the bills don't come And what you gon do when it's time ta lay it down Dis nigga don't give a fuck bout nuttin but Dollar dollar bills y'all Da real y'all I'm tryin ta get a mil y'all I cost dese things dat I can afford dat I want You calls for da Cadillac wit da 5th wheel And, I'm up in the trunk So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask I be blastin' I'm gonna get the cash by any means The stash Plus a nigga gotta survive and a nigga gotta eat You're gon be surprised when I'm over your eyes when you see me on the creep [Chorus] [Abel] Dem niggaz dat feel us Be de killas and dealers Witness my shit nigga Strong arm for skrilla Top yo mama for a dollar Gangstas do what we gotta Back da coke sell the powder For the money and power No Limit rider Bitch don't make me sayin no lotta If it's over my loot I shoot and never miss But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits Down for gangsta shit for the chips and grip [Kane] Nigga down to do some work Put in work make it hurt Take my hollow chips Wipe em wit my T-Shirt Charge It 2 Da Game Chasin fortune and fame Never snitchin, ears itchin Feds mention my name Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay tru to da game If it ain't about the paper we jus can't understand [Abel] If you ain't scared Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger We some seven figure military minded niggaz [Chorus] [Silkk the Shocker] Show me money I'm smooth I'm street smart But I don't play by da rules, nigga move til we get caught You know I'm bout my mail nigga can't you tell P gon get me out of jail nigga he goin for da bail But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name And niggaz rappin to me all night cuz of all this fame Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me He was hella tight I'm told em someone get out they came for a light They suggested I wanted to be rich and I was like mad as fuck But I'm bout ta bail ya out so y'all niggaz stay up escape Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama cuz we freakin man Nigga just waitin for the champagne And cuz dat's me (What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail) I rather be sayin dumb shit den sit here (What do you consider that) Smokin green wit my niggaz and cleanin my strap [Chorus till fade] |
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