Gangsta Music (feat. 50 Cent, Juelz Santana)

[2 Pac]
Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest
Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come running, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun, homeboy the [bad word] villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, [bad word] miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty [bad word]  waiting to trick me, not the life for me
Living carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm busting on niggas until they scurry, I'm clearly
man of military means in my artillery
Watching over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Selling dope to all the fiends, at times I want to cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowing if this game'll last, feeling ashamed
Of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I selling my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, niggas telling me no
I got MINE, [bad word] THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous [bad word] bustaz, make it hell for us

[Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

[50 Cent]
Blood set, Crip set 
Gangsta, respect 
I give niggas the green light to get ya whole click wet 
You been rappin' a long time you ain't got chips yet 
You had that ounce a whole week [bad word] you ain't flip yet 
Before I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget [bad word] 
Mac check 
Clip check 
Vest check 
I'm ready to roll 
Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East 
Niggas mad I'm doin' good so I wake up to new beef 
Niggas sayin' "I knew 50 back when he was Boo" 
"When he used to pump crack on Guy Brew" 
"Before he blew" 
Then when they come through 
Sayin' whats up I'm like "Who are you" 
We ain't ever made no money together so we ain't cool 
Cocaine, baking soda, a pot full of boiling water I'll teach you how to cook crack  [bad word] how you like that? 
Turn a buck into a stack 
Man I mean a G-Stack 
Just took it from 3 and a half to 14 you peep that 
Smoke [bad word]  pop [bad word] on the low [bad word] 
We roll [bad word]  smoke [bad word] pass the dro [bad word] 
They stay at home 
All alone 
In the zone 
Bumpin' 50's [bad word] 
That gangsta music 
It makes 'em wanna grab the chrome 
And just roam 
On they own 
And do it how the gangstas do it 

[Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math