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Gang Bang 4 Real

This song is by Tha Eastsidaz and appears on the album Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way (2001).

Yeah, (yeah yeah) uh, yeah
Fred Wreck in this motherfucker
Yeah Tha Eastsidaz
Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit

(Chorus - Tray Deee)
We gets paid to steal, gang bang for real
Slang thangs at will, known to blaze the steel
Niggas ain't for real, cats who claim to peel
Say you game to kill, but I don't think you will

(Tray Deee)
Little Goldie Loc, these niggas hoes to me
Lemme tell these motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
See crime merrily and better see ya rep to death
Squeeze ya enemies until they can't catch they breath
Don't sleep, tote heat, seven days a week
Whether to work or to church, snow, rain, or sleet
And don't bang with weak - motherfuckers who ain't wit it
Ain't no snitchin, take the deal and get convicted, stay committed
This mission is a vision to control the globe
Leavin' scents where we step back and hold our own
Hold that zone, it won't be long, we keep it pushin
Livin' on the edge and ain't lookin' for no cushion
It's all in the hardcore game of death
'Cause you can't change ya steps, once you have claimed the set
Ain't no tattoo removal, fool, bang ya block
Or you could shake the spot, 'cause now your face is hot
All that goin' outta town, tryin' to set up shop
And you ain't win up nothin' buster, better check yo' props
Keep the sag hangin', rag swangin, gangsta walk
Leave opponents hood smokin', with the tape the chalk
Young homies to the G's stay swollen with cheese
Insane to the brain, rollin' twenty's on D's
Throwin' C's up, ease up, or get rubbed out
'Cause my whole squad hot and we stay thugged out

(Chorus - Tray Deee)

(Goldie Loc)
Tray Deee, O.G., these niggas holdin' me
Lemme show these motherfuckers how it's sposed to be
Mama, they got me in the shell again
But this time I think I'm headed for the state pen
I got too many problems, and I sure don't need 'em
As I fall to my knees and I begs for my freedom
Listen for my name, so I can get chain
I'm headed for court but this time I feel strange
With my eyes on the gate, with handcuffs on my wrist
I'm tryna find a way out, to hoppin the fence
5 o'clock, they might shock, to leave these shackles on my feet
I feel the heat it's gettin' deep, both eyes open when I'm asleep
The big situation got me stuck in a drought
I've been squabblin everyday so my time didn't count
The major deal is that my brother told me, "Take no shit"
'Cause I might end up gettin' out and comin' home real quick
The plan for the lick was to do it overseas
Come back to the L.B., spendin 24 G's
Now you know me - straight up to no good
Little nappy head nigga always bellin through the hood
I kept my strap on my lap, and steadied the clip on the seat
All eyes on me, when your fuckin' with a G
I was dedicated to seein the gangsta 'cause
I keep my head on straight, with my brain on buzz

(Chorus - Snoop Dogg)

(Snoop Dogg)
Ay B-A-D (whattup) These niggas hoes to me
Lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
Keep a, bag of money with the grocery
And when I'm on the move I groove with the fo'fifth heat

(Bad Azz)
Check it out Eastsida, these niggas hoes to me
Now lemme show you motherfuckers how it's 'sposed to be
I'm just a Eastside, low-life nigga to death
We gone ride in any car, show with niggas the best
Peep the nigga that test, you shoulda put on ya vest
You shoulda, covered ya wig, 'fore I hitcha with this
It ain't no motherfuckin give back, when knees is crackin'
If it ain't a gun war, we finna use 'em for jackin
And it's money 'round here, it's just hard to see it
And when you spot it, don't be so fuckin' sure that you got it
You make it happen or not - you still grindin on the spot
You gotta give it what you got, still livin' how it pop
It's a do-it-all-day type of thang, make it crack-a-lak
Fuck a jail cell, I'm on the beach in a Cadillac
Fleetwood, seven deuce nigga with the rag back
Bangin' ol' deez like a cold O.G.
Used to smoke wet till my day looked black
Used to pack techs till my pay looked fat
I have bitches transport them llello packs
Still the sam ol' nigga, I just slang dope raps
Hate, I feel like "so what", smash and get my dough up
You know what, point some heat at'cha when ya show up

(Snoop Dogg)
So niggas don't be runnin' up up on the B-A-D
'Cause he be packin heat, and this is D-P-G-C
Uh-huh, it's off the hizzy
For real, beat by Fred Wrizzy
Makin' them niggas get dizzy
For real {*echo*}
Gangsta shit, lemme get some girl
Yeah this shit to gangsta for the motherfuckin streets
Eastsida, be-atch!

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