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Onyx Lyrics

Album: Bacdafucup Part II

Gangsta Lyrics

[Fredro Starr]

You my wife with no papers, my gangsta bitch

First time I got caught you tried to shank a bitch

You scared to get down, she a bust all rounds

Smoke a Newport, cut me half, bust me down

Catch me lookin at another chick she curse me out

Dead serious, but at times she act silly

Jump out the truck at the light to get the philly

Rolling it up, chasing down the ice cream truck

I waited half-an-hour for your hair to get braided

She leaving dirty messages on 3-way pagers

Told her how to roll, she low and spit razors

She hit triple six first time out in Vegas

Never got shook, when feds knocked down the door

She hid the coke, a scared chick would've flushed it all

And we can live it up, eat lots of shrimp

Or get grimey with a quarter bag of potato chips

[Chorus: Platinum Plus]

Cause she's straight gangstaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa

Gangstaaaaa

Cause she's straight gangstaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaa

Gangstaaaaa

[Sonsee]

I need a down chick that wouldn't mind loading my clips

And wouldn't blow her mind if I showed her a brick

In and out of the grind with the focus of chips

Blowing one time with her controlling the whip

Wait up for me and make sure she doubled the flip

She a sophisticated thug bitch that move her hips

She catch you for her set up you when you move your shit

Or most of the time, she throw the cold shoulder to guys

Smoke in the ride, hoodie low over her eyes

She know she a dime, baby nine shot to her thighs

Gotta be live, help me count doe in the five

And when I'm gone for weeks, turn them OT moves

She don't trip, she's the gangsta she knows the rules

Giving me hell is not hard, it's something to lose

God for bid I slip up and land in jail

My murder mami put the house up to make the bail

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]

Behind a real nigga there's a real bitch, she lied to me

See, my bitch walked right beside of me

I've been in situations and seen her ride for me

She licked my gun wounds, even did my time with me

Ain't nothing she can't have, I gave that girl ery'thing

Tatooed her name on fingers for wedding rings

Are you that chick, do you rep Sticky?

We split it down the middle, everything 40-60

Are you that chick for rich or poor?

The only one I eat out the only one I hit raw

Keep you, covered in ice til you start shivering

The Baby Phat Gucched up out with pink Timbalands

Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde

I hold the heat and the money, she drive the ride

She make other bitch's mad cause she more bitch than they ever been

It's beautiful and intelligent, talented, droppin heroin

[Chorus]

[Outro: Platinum Plus]

She build with me, she kill for me

With blood, shed tears, you still with me

She real with me, smoke fry with me

Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me

Count bills with me, you'll kill for me

With the blood, shed tears, she still with me

Cause she build with me, she kill for me

Look the judge in the eye, straight lie for me
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