money, the Re-Up Gang agenda You niggers re-ing up with them low ass dinners We serving it on platters, ya??all are great pretenders Hook: Re-Up Gang
Forget your worries and any sorrow We're gonna dance like there is no-no tomorrow Whatever the hang up We're getting a gang up And we are gonna have us
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up
's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit It's that, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
what's the hap since your up in the sky? With God by your side Homie what's it like? I know your bein' treated right No more worries Plus you're bein
up L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!) If you've never seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops
, I love it And nothin' in my life will ever be above it We wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great
, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're
a jack Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out Donald D blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth Why would they step when they know we're
original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster
up north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" Muthafucka, now you're
niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki
're breathin' your last breath Sellin' drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin' up there thinkin' you're makin' that money Hustlin' and all that, you're
the dope hits Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta shit You wanna step to me? New jack, walk Come back in five LP's, then we can talk You're just
, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up
night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta