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(JT)Foul from the start a young buck be rollinBadder than the baddest cause the baddest is devotedThree young G'z growin up on the West sideDown from the start in the dark for the hoo-rideMackin on the scene every day of the week for the momentCheckin the opponent cause you know we up on itNever whatever makin a move so cleverChangin the program like the weather so now you know they cleverCreepin through the scene huntin for the greenLookin for the man who got what they needNow it's on so break it off somethin terribleViscous as they come you know it's unbearableLetras de cancionesG got a Mac-10 D got a Mac-11Seff got a Glock 17 send em straight to heavenSo now you know the definition when the drama's onWatchin your back packin your strap stayin out the danger zoneThat's how it is when the niggas up to no goodCreepin through the sucka hood man a nigga sure wouldCatch a bitch by the back of his knapsackSlippin on the dope track got a fat ass stackAnd niggas up on his shit extra clips on hip ready for the big lickLike my boy from the V says skee-skertBad ass youngstas mane doin dirt(chorus)Doin dirt cuz we dirty when the trigger pullsDoin dirt cuz we dirty when the trigger pulls(Gigolo G)Rollin in a G ride plottin a lickSee a out of town nigga squattin o ngold kicksRidin 6-4 drop he was sittin on VoguesBumpin the beat hi-sidin for the hoesHe tried to dip off fast but I was at that assNigga clippin the nine cuz it was time to blastPopped five times put holes in the 6-4He gave it up smooth to the gangsta GigoloHopped in the drop rushed him straight to the spotLeft the shit on crates in the parking lotLifestyle of a gangsta is the only way to get paidFuck a nine-to-five cause a jack is the tradeAnd blame it on the 8-Ball 211 is in seasonI smoke foul joints let that be the reasonGoin nowhere fast always ready to blastNo time to sleep do the shit in my pastI'm just a killa to be killed so it feels no guiltTearin up shit when your boy's on tiltBitch made niggas gets fucked in the gameIt's the nigga Gigolo and ain't a damn thing changed(chorus)I remember back in the days when everybody had funkThis side and that side peepin like a mothafuckaBut now days you got to watch your own kindCuz the one next to you is the one with the Tech-9He just bought it so he feel like he got stripesGot a extra clip ready to take a nigga lifeAnd it just might be youCuz ya bucked his bitch and ya stepped on his shoeOn accident but that is irrelevantHe wanna start drama just for the hell of itAnd to think you used to go to school with this niggaNow ya'll got bigger and he ready to pull the triggerYou say fuck it let's throw them thangsHe say fuck throwing thangs it's the nineties maneAnd uh he wanna pop pop and a tat tatPut you on your back cuz you ain't got your gatNo good cuz the nigga's a suckaWanna be a gangsta but he's a punk mothafuckaLike my boy from the V says skee-skertBitch type ass niggas mane doin dirt(chorus) From Letras Mania