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letra de southern gangsters - rick ross

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he’s a hustler, unbound by law
a self-made millionaire
with a reckless disregard for the haters
ludacris on southern gangsta

a true entrepre-negro
ceo of disturbing tha peace records
he expanded his empire
into multiple profitable businesses

includin’ his thai food restaurant, straits
internet sites,
and my favorite,
the mvp of this rap sh-t

luda, i’m a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
i stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer
i got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt
and mac-11’s that leave you wetter than michael phelps

but you’ll be swimmin’ with the fishes
softer than b-tches washin’ dishes
fool, what’s the business?
i’m already rich, so talk mo’ figures
spit thirty large for cigars of you hoe n-gg-z

i got gangstas that’ll rearrange ya whole face
and put your casket on ice, now that’s a cold case
never forget where you come or that block’ll bang you
i keep my ear to the streets like a c-cker spaniel

i c-ck and blast you into outer sp-ce
break every bone in ya, you so out of place
boom without a trace, you a bluff to block
i got some red beams, let’s play connect the dots

he’s the biggest boss, comin’ outta the miyayo
straight from the port of miami
to keepin’ it trilla
involved in many heated acts of violence

this goes deeper than rap sh-t
he’s worth eight figures
so young n-gg-z, boss up
i present to you, rick ross, the boss

i got a letter from the government the other day
i opened and read it, it said we want hustlers
had a lexus at eighteen, picture that
got a chevy with pictures on it from pitchin’ crack

b-tch i know haitians, we speakin’ creole
b-tch i’m a d-boy, still slingin’ kilos
i got twenty cars, why exaggerate?
it cost me five grand just to fill the gas tanks

love the marble floors, got the greek pillows
frontin’ at awards, real street n-gg-z
i used to serve shake, now i serve steaks
three squares on the road, call it third b-ss

big -ss face, chop you in your laugh face
shoot his -ss, aim defense is the last case
keep jewish friends, the newest benz
you in a pool of blood, let me see you swim

hailin’ from college park, georgia
authorities figured they must have been some sort of mob
or illegal organization
according to authorities, they made a quarter mil’ a week
sellin’ [incomprehensible]

they were some high rollin’ hustlers
t-ty boi and dolla boy
playaz circle aka the duffel bag boys

uh, i’m so sick i wrote this verse in a hospital
it’s an election year, i support struggle
we roll like bicycles, icicle flow
white liquor, my n-gg- stay on line with the blow

i’m on time with the flow, not a minute nor second late
ain’t no such thing as second place
and every day i live heavyweight, you n-gg-z featherweight
fairytale tellin’ n-gg-z really need to take a break

and the estate got a lake for a backyard
the pool room product put it all on my sacks card
for real? yeah, for real
i’m ill, i deal, i did, i will

i got dogs like cujo, me and t-ty two chains ridin’ in a two do’
b-tches catch kudos, you know
yeah, we move weight like sumos
and kicks it with them b-tches like judo southside

playaz circle, rick ross, ludacris
this has been another episode of southern gangsta
thanks for tunin’ in, what’s next for luda?
well, anything’s possible in the theater of the mind

- rick ross

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