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Coast To Coast Gangstas Lyrics

"Coast To Coast Gangstas" was written by Gaither, Todd Eric / Budden, Joseph Anthony / Smith, John R. / Freeman, Bernard James / Render, Michael Santigo / Calhoun, William / Miller, Akhim.
"Coast To Coast Gangstas" was written by Gaither, Todd Eric / Budden, Joseph Anthony / Smith, John R. / Freeman, Bernard James / Render, Michael Santigo / Calhoun, William / Miller, Akhim.

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Brooklyn, this is the set-off
Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga
Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh
Proper set-off

Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce calm with his grandma
'Cause I'm like bakin' soda, bitch, I'm armed with a hammer
And when I'm strapped, fool, fuck your brother
'Cause like Jimmy Ivene in Virginia
You in the scope like a muthafucka

Fine, niggas don't wanna let him shine
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got somethin' in common
I'm just a little more calm when I'm about to split your arm in

Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body
You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin' for more lyrics I know
Steady robbin' all them lyrics I flow

I'm Sadamin' all you niggas fo' sho'
You betta know I'm a true nigga, please do, nigga
Betta inquire from a few niggas
'Cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas

Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip

Stoned is the way of my walk
In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk
When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk

My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine
Tear apart body parts when I spark nine

At they head hard, lodged in they damn spine
Leaves emcee's like Christopher Reeves, crippled and cryin'
Shittin' in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes

The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock
From New York down to Georgia, it don't stop
Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock, blat

They say murder is the case, they wanna throw me
I guess these muthafuckas don't know me
O.G. rock called a yay slanger

VA's finest
Underground muthafuckin' king, call me, your highness
I tear your sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear, this is real, niggas

Here is the deal, you clear in this field
And ain't stoppin' until every hater here is revealed
'Cause we don't need no fuckin' clearance to peel
Or shortstoppers runnin' and the fear is revealed

So get off this block, homie, handle your corner
Keep all your heroin, rocks and you marijuana
I'm like a character on the Sopranos or the Wire
You'se a big pussy, lil' man, it's over, retire

'Cause the clock's tickin', your days is done
But we know all them lil' different fuckin' ways, you slum
But it's trill downtown, your momma's all free
Your house is sugar, layin' with your wife and your seed

Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion
You gon' bleed on my gun from your dome abrasions
'Cause my chrome is blazin', I'm naughty crunk
Got the bop gun like Sir Nose D'Voidoffunk

Bitch, I pull a sawed-off from under the waist
Open your eyes muthafucka, you got thunder to face
Fuck rest, we gon' lay these muthafuckas to waste
You bit the pully nigga tell me, how the fuck did it taste

From my gun, big guns, big power
M. Woods, sixth hourm Berettas, Tauruses, Rugers
Smith and Wesson's, glocks and lugers
AK's, AR 15's Mack elevens and M-16's

High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun

Who's the man with the strap in his hand
Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands
All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
In a six-trey with my nigga Kay Slay

Dub the law scan, the infrared scanner
Hangin' out the window, hittin' em up with the bandana
And I can't stand a snitch so I clean the lid
Just in case them bitch niggas wanna sing with this

I stay on the trigger, 'cause lames hate me nigga
They can't pay me nigga, where my lay dates nigga
Where AK one-on-one so thirty shot
Nine millimeter, Melinda's aimed, ready to send ya

So put your can on your vest like a Bible and pray slowly
'Cause this'll leave your teflon holey
With the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene
It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King

It's about that time nine-milli clappin'
Dude, what's really crackin'?
I been gettin' it since 'Paid In Full' was really happenin'
I gotta do it like that to keep my street name

And pride made me kill Wayne Growe when the heat came
I don't smut but stimulation is good
I keep the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood
Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours

Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours
Dudes with no names wanna put an end to me
But doggs, I'm readin' between the lines
The whole game's in parenthesis

Talk about models and how you with somethin'
When you really shootin' air balls
You ain't hittin' nothin'
Nathan, through the strip, O.G.'s blazin'

Street niggas slowly hatin' on Joey, so amazin'
And hood niggas knowin' what up
Either holdin' you down or holdin' you up, throwin' it up
Oh

Aiiyo, fuck the dumb shit when the guns spit
One clip'll have your whole strip laid down
Thirty-two shots to your block, I had that shit caged down
And before you blink, I let off eight rounds

This the royal, I ain't playin'
I'm takin' this over so y'all either layin' or dyin'
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion

I see them dudes every day when I'm racin' by 'em
Or on the curb poppin' bottles while they hatin' and eyein'
Uh, whether the slider or the highrider
I keep my block rocker, glock under the blue dosser

Far as Philly, it's no question to who's liver
I'm hotter, Hak Ditty, block locker
Fully prepared, I hope y'all fully aware
That y'all niggas got a problem this year

Songwriters
GAITHER, TODD ERIC / BUDDEN, JOSEPH ANTHONY / SMITH, JOHN R. / FREEMAN, BERNARD JAMES / RENDER, MICHAEL SANTIGO / CALHOUN, WILLIAM / MILLER, AKHIM

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, YELL MUSIC LTD, Royalty Network

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