ride or die b g (baby gangsta)

Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt It's me or you on that shirt Cant let no nigga fix me Cant let no nigga get me I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split

Ride 2 Night b g (baby gangsta)

featuring Lil' Wayne, Turk Verse One: Lil' Wayne Head buster off top Grab the chopper and chop At the top is my spot And nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent

Gangsta b Master P

ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm

Gangsta B... Master P

ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm

Gangsta Kehlani

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That\'s just what gangsters do I\'m fucked up, I\'m black and blue I\'m built for it, all the

Gangsta Gangsta Kool G Rap

[female Black Guerilla Fam member] What, nigga, Black {*censored*} Fam Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard Listen up Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right You don't wanna wait 'til the

Niggas N Trouble b g (baby gangsta)

anymore I atillery dawg Came wit many foes Spend ya benz is twenty slow Get to tha house kick in tha door You done pissed off my crew What yall gone do Look nigga you better put a zip on yo trap Or

G Style Ice T

So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop!

G Style Ice-T

So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man They all talk shit Their breath smellin like semen I catch em in the alley all alone Put em in the prone Pop!

Gangsta B****** Featuring Da Brat & Trina

Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die Shinin on everybody for the world to see My timin is always perfect, endlessly I deserve to swerve a little and

Gangsta Kakkmaddafakka

run My papa always said to me I never ever gonna carry the gun But heyhey I’ve seem them wear those shoes and them hats With them clothes and them guns I wanna be cool I wanna be bad Ooh I wanna be a gangsta

Gangsta B****** Eve

of these niggas focus on the ass that's fat And i'm just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat Why ask why cuz how whenever i do it i buy what i wanna buy Do what the fuck i wanna do til i die

All On U B G(BABY GANGSTA)

goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four When you come to down me playa please don't miss Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed If I live I live, if I die

Ride Infinite Mass

Aow aow wow aow wow ahyeahheeeii Aow aow wow aow how yeahheeeii **Chorus-- Ride, and slide in my G-Ride all you freaks out there Come'on an' Ride 'n slide in my G-Ride all you freaks out there

Gangsta Trick Daddy

And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You know me, `T` double, you know I`m a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

Gangsta Fabolous

It's g-a-n-g-s-t-a That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know whoooooooo) That's how it be when you see me That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know whoooooooo) If it's me it's got to be If it's me

Gangsta Bop Akon

Konvict eh eh eh eh eh eh Go gangsta eh eh eh eh eh eh Go gangsta keep boppin rock wit me lets keep this bitch poppin Go gangsta keep boppin like back when the nigga was glockin See now a days seems

Get Your Shine On (Remix) b g (baby gangsta)

the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is the uzi Ride the Camaro Thursday, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday

꺼-억 Feat. 키츠요지 (kitsyojii) NY KID, NY DOGG

B*tch you not a gangsta (No) 끼리끼리 모여 뭐 next up?

Bling Bling B G(BABY GANGSTA)

featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys Verse One: Baby Nigga I got these hoes iced up enough While my lil B.G.'

Gangsta Shit Do Or Die

Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen Or we can get into some gangsta shit (Gangsta Shit) (Gangsta Shit) Chorus Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit But ya'll mother fuckers aint

gangsta b yukmouth

(A Thugged Out gangsta bitch!) Give me a Gangsta Bitch! (Give me a Gangsta Bitch!) I only fuck wit bad ass chicks! (Only bad ass chicks!) (Bad, bad girl, yeahhhhh!)

That's Gangsta Kurupt

a false pre-tense Warren G, drop that shit, man [Verse 1] One for the money in the valley of the G's Where the riders ride Bustas die Some may survive but the bottom line Is if you cock your 9 You're

Gangsta Mack 10

motherfucker Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer Another One Bites The Dust like the song say Bust em in the wrong way caught up in the gunplay One day, some say, we all gon' die

Gangsta Scarface

[Trick Daddy] And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [Chorus] You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G 'Cause I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta gangsta

R.O.D. (Feat. Lydia Paek) G-Dragon

or die tonight You have my heart like the beat The way you got me turned up Never give up boy even when they try us You and me against the world With you I ride or die tonight 내가 지루한 현실주의자라면 넌

R.O.D. (Feat. Lydia Paek) G-드래곤

or die tonight You have my heart like the beat The way you got me turned up Never give up boy even when they try us You and me against the world With you I ride or die tonight 내가 지루한 현실주의자라면

Knock Out b g (baby gangsta)

Whispers Big Tymin' Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin' At our concerts in helicopters we flyin' Aint no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin' Chorus: Juvenile There once was a nigga name Baby

Retaliation b g (baby gangsta)

featuring Bun B, Juvenile, Ms.

Retaliation b g (baby gangsta)

featuring Bun B, Juvenile, Ms.

Gangsta Girl Nivea

Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)] Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah Roll, cheah, cheah [Chorus] You can catch me in the club with a gangsta girl When I ride, I'm gonna ride with a gangsta

Bling Bling (Radio Remix) b g (baby gangsta)

s is a must By the year two thousand Lil' Wayne gone tear this game up Verse:2 (Lil' Wayne of Bot Boy$) Boss B, slow down in the Jag you lost me You know how I flow the new Rose Royce B The number

I`m A `G` (Feat. T.I.) Bun B

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist.

I'm A 'G' (Feat. T.I.) Bun B

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta dont smile and dont laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist.

With Tha B.G. b g (baby gangsta)

Nigga better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind I know if he got it he comin' out there

Gangsta Love Warren G

[Warren G] Call me Dub-A-Double-R-E N be the end last letter be the G G be for Griffin, smiffin, like Wesson Niggaz, that be 'fessin I'm crushin your whole chest and In combat if they fat I'll skinny

what ya wanna do b g (baby gangsta)

(Verse 1) Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa If I don't know ya dont trust ya If I don't trust ya then fuck ya Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga Out to have

Gangsta Shit G-Unit

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

Gangsta Shit G Unit

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that They, they talking that That gangsta

Wanted Dead Or Alive (Gangsta Party) 2Pac

2Pac] Got me up against the fence, back against the wall Get to actin' like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog Got to take it out on all why'all, better read the papers All my homies goin' crazy baby

Rodeo Drive XXNANA

music blaring loud Time is running out No one stand out in the crowd Driving through the city music blaring loud I gotta ride or die That’s Rodeo drive and night 의미 없는 밤이라도 I gotta grind it out I gotta

Made Man b g (baby gangsta)

life cuz B.G. got plans (off top) From being a wise guy to becoming a made man (Chorus) 4x I got the right to hold a K up in my hand Cuz I'm a muthafuckin' muthafuckin' made man nigga Verse:2 Baby

R.O.D. (Feat. Lydia Paek) 지드래곤 (G-Dragon)

or die tonight You have my heart like the beat The way you got me turned up Never give up boy even when they try us You and me against the world With you I ride or die tonight 내가 지루한 현실주의자라면

Weak Niggaz Project Pat

Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta g-g-gangsta,

Wanted Dead Or Alive Snoop Dogg

2Pac] Got me up against the fence, back against the wall Get to actin like a fool, cause ain't no justice for the dog Got to take it out on all y'all, better read the papers all my homies goin crazy baby

Cash Money Roll b g (baby gangsta)

(Baby of BigTymer$) Nigga we don't drop albums, we drop classics Verse 1: I ain't even gotta tell u how Cash Money Roll I ain't even gotta tell u we ballin outta control Cause we do shows all

Cash Money Is An Army b g (baby gangsta)

And dangerous if we in to deep will clear the whole block No fake nuts at all nigga we roll to deep With AK's off safety knockin niggaz off their feet I go by the name the B.G., I ride on chrome in

Real Gangsta reno da wave

You not real G, I'll fuck 'em Tell them I ain't scared 쟤네들은 전부 뻐끔 Clean up on their street, I got no filter You know how I live, put my head on the line They just talkin', they ain't slide Uh let that

Trap Or Die (Feat. Bun B) Young Jeezy

Soft white Alaska call me Snowman Smoke purp by the pound, ounce by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yea) We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga Ya know these hoes love a nigga

Bout My Paper b g (baby gangsta)

Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means Verse: 1 Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar I aint touching the mic if it aint five Gs or better I plan never to fall short again I want