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What gangstas do for money One-eight-seven, two-eleven, I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
I wants money the powers the s*** **** Til I win the lotto b**** Hustler make things all right You need the Gs and keys over in the car Won't do nothing for some a** While I will do anything for some cash now I from city fresh off a copper's a** What you gon' do when the bills don't come And what you gon' do when it's time ta lay it down Dis **** don't give a f*** bout nothing but Dollar dollar bills why'all I'm tryin' ta get a mil why'all I cost these things that I can afford that I want You calls for the Cadillac wit the fifth wheel So don't get mad when you see me with a ski mask I'm gonna get the cash by any means Plus a **** gotta survive and a **** gotta eat You're gon' be surprised when I'm over your eyes when you see me on the creep
What gangstas do for money One-eight-seven, two-eleven, I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
Be the killas and dealers Gangstas do what we gotta Back da coke sell the powder B**** don't make me sayin' no lotta But's it's burned from my clip like a pot of hot grits Down for gangsta s*** for the chips and grip
N**** down to do some work Never snitchin', ears itchin' Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay true to the game If it ain't about the paper we just can't understand
Better get somewhere when I pull dis trigger
What gangstas do for money One-eight-seven, two-eleven, I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
I'm smooth I'm street smart But I don't play by the rules, **** move til we get caught You know I'm bout my mail **** can't you tell P gon' get me out of jail **** he goin' for the bail But I'm a sleep in my cell til they call my name And ****z rappin' to me all night 'cause of all this fame Now I ain't gonna let anyone get near me 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 f*** But I'm bout ta bail ya out so why'all ****z stay up escape Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man N**** just waitin' for the champagne (What ya gonna do when ya get outta jail) I rather be sayin' dumb s*** den sit here (What do you consider that) Smokin' green wit my ****z and cleanin' my strap
What gangstas do for money One-eight-seven, two-eleven, I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
What gangstas do for money One-eight-seven, two-eleven, I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever More from Silkk the Shocker