What Gangstas Do - 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

What gangstas do for money

187, 211 I’m bout it bout it see yo I’m down to do whatever

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

Dem niggas 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

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

If you ain’t scared

Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger

We some seven figure military minded niggas

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas and cleanin my strap