Gangsta Boo Don't Stand So Close Lyrics

Enquiring Minds Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Enquiring Minds
  • 3 Don't Stand So Close
  • 4 Oh No (feat. Fatal Hussein)
  • 5 Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder
  • 6 Suck a Little Dick
  • 7 Fuck You (feat. The Prophet Posse)
  • 8 Where Dem Dollas At (feat. DJ Paul and Juicy J)
  • 9 Da Ones Close, Know Most
  • 10 Wanna Go to War
  • 11 I'll Be the Other Women
  • 12 High Off That Weed
  • 13 Be Real (feat. Crunchy Black)
  • 14 Nasty Trick
  • 15 Nigga Yeah Know (feat. T. Rock)
  • 16 Money and Powder
  • 17 Life in the Metro (feat. The Kaze)
  • 18 This Is Personal (feat. Project Pat)
  • 19 Only You (feat. T. Rock)
  • 20 Who We Be (feat. Prophet Posse)
  • 21 Where Dem Dollas At (Bass remix)
  • (Chorus 10x)
    Don't stand, don't stand so close to me

    [Lord Infamous]
    Runnin' to the beats, done pushed you off cause we like greedy
    When I'm shootin' pool, I blast... cuz I'm feisty
    Lord and here comes the two to the three and four
    Five six after seven
    Fucked up, snorted out, drunk, and them I'm blown
    But when we tear the club up
    You best believe you won't come out that hole
    Cool, when you hit the ones is gone, on the blow
    But mind you, you best die then fuck with my cocked 3 time

    [DJ Paul]
    Nigga, nigga, it's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs with the Gangsta Boo
    >From Three 6 Mafia, Mafia now what'cha you wanna do
    Gangsta party where the fuck
    Lucky Luchi set 'em up
    Put your goods in the bag
    A heavy boys get 'em up
    Fools all up in my face
    On some prepared to take my place
    Or be in my shoes
    Or find out it ain't that safe
    Up in the club we clean house like a renovator
    Bust 2 times in his mouth
    My glock can't see you later

    (Chorus 8x)

    [Juicy "J"]
    It's that nigga from the north
    Smokin' on a short Newport
    If you wanna get high with me
    Roll a blunt and light the torch (nigga)
    Strap it on my waste
    3-5-7 nigga play
    For you robbers who wanna rob
    And you haters out to hate
    Wave your guns up in the air
    And cock 'em back if it's a must
    If you don't give a fuck
    Pull the trigger and let it bust (fool)
    It's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs
    Buckin', blastin' in your club
    Never ever showin' love
    Just pullin' guns and poppin' slugs

    [Gangsta Boo]
    It's a two game table
    Ok ya heard it from Fatal
    But I'm not robbin' your cradle
    I'm gettin' closer to be your neighbor
    Unfadeable to any motherfucker who cross my path
    A wrath full of blood bath
    Take it with questions last
    I leave you wet
    Nigga, in a split second
    Waitin' for the next to run up with my bullet to ?
    Be on my chest the Smith and Wesson got you niggas just guessin'
    Will she leave a bloody mess with the family upsettin' (ugh)

    (Chorus 8x)

    [Gangsta Boo]
    The fuckin' message that I'm stressin' is I don't fuck around
    Cause on my side of town niggas beat the fuck outta clowns
    Don't say no more
    Open wide Roy, Leo's a lion
    Got you cryin' cause excitement over shit that I'm writin'
    I'm quick to take a bitch, nigga
    Take the nigga bitch
    Act scared, you done heard about the lady from the six
    What you do know won't hurt you in the long run
    What you do know that I keep 'em risin' like the sun, ask Crunchy Blac
    I'm a nigga know that's with me
    How this lady got you bitches faded oh so easily
    What you tryin' to be
    A little naughty nigga that you not
    Tryin' to get popped with the glock that I keep in stock
    I can't be playin' with bitches
    They can't be playin' with me
    Cause I don't play with all the motherfuckers kids, you see
    I try too hard to be the pimpin' lady that I am
    Pam Porter reporting you playa hatas
    With a plan of gettin' ya

    (Chorus to fade)

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