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Keane - What Gangsta's Do lyrics
[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 gottaKeane - What Gangsta's Do - http://motolyrics.com/keane/what-gangstas-do-lyrics.html
 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]








