Gangsta

[Hook] Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man And they would say Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Gangsta! Where them bricks, peas and that cake at? These streets you ain’t safe at, where that safe at? That cash route, put the lash out, just straight blast Back out with that strap out, no face mask Gagnsta/d boy, built the hustle that d boy fu*k a tassle with C4, I’m in the cotton bubble like t loy Show the struggle I’m p noid, p89, my 8 p on Done made a lot without street noise Move barry white with no deep voice Spit facts, lost the dice into head cracks Came back in that dred hat, with 2 pistol hats what I spread that Talking niggas I’m fed at, always talkative where them feds at Walked in the crib, where your fat ass at? See you eating good, where that bread at For life though, Cuban link vs ice glow Hit the strip with that white flow And get rid of weight like lightbulb You could spit but I’m nice you, got weight more I need 8 more Tell me shit that I ain’t know, like when they letting…go [Hook] Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man And they would say Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Gangsta! Me get them rum bum, to ah fu*k with a gang bang Cause have da peace to go inside, Jamaican know ah undone Me pass an live for crep blunt, me walk an body spit pun Me mark dem all di chart, di blood becomes… That’s all gangstas come up When me never shoot an miss…ina casket Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Send me everything, send me money, send me bitches Send me everything You better send me everything, Before my dogs done pass ah murder everything [Hook] Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man And they would say Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Gangsta! 2 young niggas in an unmarked car Seatback so far with a mac on gar Master putty in an old black skully, In a gun no fully pulling up in your dark Kicking in the door, waving the .44, choke cold your hoe To the safe we go, Lay down, head down then we all go foke Show me where that money that green got dough Before I leave your brain on the bedroom floor Click, click, shoot, shoot, nigga that’s free throw Throw life repose, when a nigga reload Won’t miss kobe with his black 2 4’s Sacks, put the money in a dustbag, Load it up in an ounce, just relax Gangsters, niggas don’t make us, Send them hatious, meet your maker, love Still pray for you pussy niggas, walk around like I’m Godzilla Best friends with some cold killers, hold the choppa like a new boy Guess who is that baby sitter Want a problem, come get it in Black boy in that chinchilla, Me boy, me boy, play with mine you get destroyed Inhale while I count money, rose voice I’ve been bout it Top shotta, kilo round my fu*kin collar That nigga, them niggas, my nigga [Hook] Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Show me uno an, all original dah yahty pon man And they would say Show me uno still, if uno …fi got ina bout mean Gangsta!