Lyrics What Gangstas Do - Silkk the Shocker
Song:
What
Gangsta′s
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
(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
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
(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)
1 I'm a Soldier
2 Give Me The World
3 Throw Yo Hood Up
4 Just Be Straight With Me
5 If I Don'T Gotta
6 Spotaggin
7 We Can Dance
8 Mama Always Told Me
9 You Ain't Gotta Lie To Kick It
10 All Night
11 Who Can I Trust
12 It Ain't My Fault
13 What Gangstas Do
14 Ummm
15 Let Me Hit It
16 Who I Be
17 Tell Me
18 Me And You
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