Gangsta Music part 2   Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana   Come on, man, let's do It      Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere   Up, down, left, right   Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen   Shorty do with the wind      They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest   Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step   I like a chick with big breasts on her chest   Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest      What, shit, fuck, bitch   You so crazy   My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow, whoa   Rude boi lick a shot      Never seen up in a pot, oh, so much coke   Cook it to a bigga rock   And I be with dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz   Crack a dutch or Philly and chief chief with the gangstaz      I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady   They makin' me crazy   And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me   And I'm makin' 'em crazy      And they like when I do it, they like when I move it   They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it   I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers   More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda      I'm movin', movin', movin'   He's movin', movin', movin'   We movin', movin', movin'   Stop movin', shot bruise 'em      Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc   It's my year so   It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here   Like Kurt Cobain's was here      Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it   Shorty came to do it   I bang with the five, I see hate in ya eyes   You waitin' to die      I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives   Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side   You can love it, you can hate it   You can want it      I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane   State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again   I'm a better child, you's a pedophile      I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around   They DTP's, deep throat professionals   My D.I.P.'s, we so professional   Got weed, coke, and ecstasy   Lean, dope, and wet to sale      We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake   Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay   I'm movin', movin', movin'   Y'all losin', losin', losin'      I'm movin', movin', movin'   He's movin', movin', movin'   We movin', movin', movin'   Stop movin', shot bruise 'em      Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc   It's my year so   It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here   Like Kurt Cobain's was here      I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe   I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal   Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low   Lil' dick, you a dick head, not dildo      I chill though, pippin' in the Range   All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain   Who was first that moved with they fam   Ask you, tattoos on they hand      Slang all the white, cruise with the tan   Pink on they back, blue in they van   Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock   Purple in the air, green in his pocket      I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you   Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you   That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you   Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you      I'm movin', movin', movin'   He's movin', movin', movin'   We movin', movin', movin'   Stop movin', shot bruise 'em      Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc   It's my year so   It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here   Like Kurt Cobain's was here