Oooooooooo
Alert, alert this is an upfront street bulletin
Coming live from FA
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
If you are a gangster and you confessing you kill a nigger on record
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
You a stupid matcher fucker
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
This goes out to you fake gangsters
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
I see you nigger
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
Nigger we all se you
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
We working you mother fuckar
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Yo don't make me oohh
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
Nigger don't make me have to step up in the club
Whit my dogs show all you mater fuckers how we ball (yeah)
Nigger don't make me show how I can violet the law
Get your woman go up in the bar (oh)
Dog how love me
Why don't you show me?
(Look bitch you just a punk)
And that how she be
But niggers wanna hand of l.o.v.e (yeah)
Steady claming like the are pimp
But will never go free (se you)
Say that ain't gangster (Na nigger)
Niggers fronting like they hard
But I know their pussy from the start
Man that ain't gangster (Na)
Still in the projects
But I spend hundred tausuend a car (yeah)
I rather have a crib in Miami whit a boat (whit a boat nigger)
Full of all mi niggers on so we don't go broke
Yeah show them the ropes
Sticking together niggers try to cope
Any one steep in the way will get chock
(Soo)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
Aha)
Don't make mee
Bring out the other side in mee
So I her you think your gangster (heeh)
Don't you wane be
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Yeah fuck nigger
I see you peeking eyes when I strolle
I see you just by flashing
Pulling them hoe's (yeah man)
Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be
Hoe's on a nigger like it's suppose to be (yeah)
You a sucker so you hate like hoe's to me
And next change get your head crackt to the white man (oohh) (Aha)
I try to keep it fly but this pussy nigger tempt me (don't tempt me)
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy (no)
Noo that's really killing my pimping (yeah nigger)
I mean really, really killing my pimping (really, really)
Look what you gone made Iceberg do
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call my boys and start down crew (ooh)
And we will kick that ass nigger (yeah we will)
And we will I say kick that ass nigger (o yeah we will)
And tell you hore she can come to my place (yeah)
After she burn it up fore fucking up you face
Now it's a got dame shame Pickelh
What you did too that man (watch out)
I guess that pussy nigger though I was playing (yeah)
I try to tell him but he like fuck what you say (fuck you man)
Watch you mouth, you understanding
He like fuck what you say (fuck you man)
Oh this pussy nigger flicks me in front this hoe's and shit (kick his ass nigger)
So I spun on this nigger they notis it (Ooh) (kick his ass nigger)
Oh you think I give a fuck what your focus is (Step up nigger)
So I look at the next man like step up bitch
Cuss if it's going down
It's been around
Spiting from my chamber (POW)
Like David Banner you don't like me when I'm anger (whaah)
Destruct to your whole ville don't make me have to change you (ahe)
In too a stranger and damage your soul
Yeah I see you gangsters,
All you fake ass gangsters
You don't have the hart nigger
Survive in the streets
Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers
Ask my niggers in Re ville
Ask my niggers down at wilks
Ask my nigger at Hart feel nigger
Ask my nigger in Altoes
All my reel niggers Aha
Living life fore this shit
And you just want scream it out on a record nigger
You want respect you got too urn respect nigger
Work hard for what you get in life nigger
Fuck you punk nigger
Eat a dick and die slow
Now get the fuck out of my house
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
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 it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (Y'all know whoooooooo)
I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo HAH!)
They love me just because
I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta nigga
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and hoe-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good
God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'
It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine
But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh no thank ya, I earned my key
My name'll get you coke, weed, and burners cheap
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (y'all know whoooooooo)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
Yeah, yeah, yeah..
(Gangsta!) The weight carries itself
Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..
24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo'
(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper
Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!)
.. I'ma put this straight
I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way
I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think
that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue
Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth
So leave with life as long's you come in peace
I'm the protocol of all the street rules
Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them
I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in
Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about
Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar
Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more
And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me
And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga!
YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
.. My swagger's crazy
We can, forget your momma ever had a baby
Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is
Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF
Sixty shots'll quickly hit you
pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!
Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man
I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me
Yeah, the tec's good
Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood
Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep
He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon
Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap
You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!
BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)
More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)
Always huntin niggaz, never hunted
You can bet eleven-hundred - he is.
(Yeah) As ignorant as it gets
Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits
(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap
I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya
Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya
I'm the essence, of the use of violence
Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close)
I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees
harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out
(BACK UP!) Watch me move
I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah)
So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa
(Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin
Laws and rules don't apply to ME!
He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)
Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!)
You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!)
I sho-oow I'm a gangsta dogg
I kno-oow I'm a gangsta dogg
I sho-oow I'm a gangsta dogg
[Verse 1 - Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta I don't see too many niggaz reppin the set
but in front of these dog ass hoes they reppin till death
there goes Z-Ro the crooked better put some pep in ya step
you ain't got enough insurance to get ya self in a wreck
I put a cease on all breathin when I squeeze my weapon
better hope God come for you cause you gon'need a blessing
somebody save 'em it's gon'take all of his people to Heaven
if he runnin it ain't gon'take but 3 of these to catch him
I'm dedicated to the delivery of a Smith & Wesson
while keepin it under cover the keep the laws from guessin
who did it and what had cause gangsta's don't make a scene
bitch niggaz public sizin and end up with ten or fifteen
[Verse 2 - Trae]
I'm back in the hood my dogg but these niggaz be hatin
I feel it's me against the world plus that nigga name Satan
I tryed to get the fuck away but still I keep comin back
the hood'll never be the same since we lost Screw and Pat
snitches don't know how to act and plus they talkin to the feds
only see me conversating with real G's and my bread
and it ain't too many down to ride so I ride alone
I'm a asshole by nature plus my twin touchin home
what the fuck is goin on? niggaz need to get a grip
some of the realest down south gangstafied with a clip
fully equipped and grindin to get out of the hood
but I don't wanna leave my doggs so it's back to the hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Jay'Ton]
I'm laid back in the Lac pockets sittin fat
with the Boss in the seven duece with the top back
I'm a gangsta ass nigga representin for the click
I'm leavin bodies in a ditch for niggaz acting like a bitch
I'm a asshole by nature plus I'm chasin paper
late night tinted up with a glock that'll spray ya
so move back a sec before you get wet
by the niggaz on the West with them vest on they chest
it's the Jay'Ton creepin up the block with the shot
niggaz hatin tryna keep us from reachin the top
so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C
and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B
[Verse 3 - Boss]
It's the Boss flippin in glass house while tryna stack moss
draggin my bumper makin my front end toss
I'm a gangsta mark ass niggaz get lost
you can see it in my ways as I walk,and I talk
stay flippin in the seven duece drop as I stomp
bang ya'll outlinin these niggaz in chalk
I get this from my C's and my B's and my folks
always play my part man it's G from the start
don't plan on changin a thing but a lame
swangin while bangin game Hoover click gang what I claim
I keep it G for my niggaz that's bangin in flames
stingin and changin this game bangin and label their name
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains
and pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following..
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
[scarface]
They love me
They say now pass the ganga to the left hand side
Filppin in the range rover blowing past the one times.
Hit me with the (whoop whoop)
Bubble gum flashing in my rear view
Spraying freshener trying to steer too
Throwin out my herbs on the passenger side
Got the windows rolled down, airing out the ride
Got a loaded 45 inside
That keep for protection when I'm riding by
My smith and wesson got a scope too
And I may have caught a body on it
For those who get just know somebody want it
They only ? ? ? ? ?
To know that you ain't done shit
But still you got them haters in your business
I'm paraniod she's blowing my high
And she knew that I was buzzin from the red in my eye
Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on the source
Then what the fuck you stopping me for?
And she said
[chorus]
Gangsta ow
Put me down, now
Gang-sata put me down
Now, ow
[scarface]
So I gave her my cellular number and told her call me up
Beating on my dashboard hot than a fuck
Cause I done chunked a half a square thinkin 5-0 jocking trying to jam me up
I continue on my mission to my grandma''s house
Hollering at my homeboy who just got out
What's up let's roll
Get you some clothes
Take you to the club so you can get with some hoes.
Lets go
Made to the mall hoes thick
Listenting to pac saying that's the shit.
Getting geared when this woman appeared up out the blue
Telling me she like what I do
And the hoe was like
[chorus]
[willie-d]
Willie d's rollin on these
In a drop top a-z-u-r-e
With the knock, knock banging listening
To a song my nigga face singing
Eardurms just a ringing, my homey brining
A couple of honies to the hideaway
We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep
We rolling to the baby johnson fight a 100 niggas deep
Ain't bringing sand to beach
I got my eyes on some freak ass broads
And menage-a-trois
Never kiss and tell I keeps em horney as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office let me remind you
Don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you
Freaky deaky, fready deaky deaky
When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask
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
But it was like you, you a pussy nigga
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
Shit lookin' good but I think slammin'
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake up
And when that shit hit the waters
Shit go to ballin'
That dope all betta fall in
I bought coke back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it
They ass gon' feel it
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber
You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin'
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin'
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin'
I got them thangs for a lil nothin'
If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin'
Bump this nigga
Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga
We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki's in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker
Face mob, right back at ya
With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I'm on the grind
Bricked up and breakin' em down
I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can't sell bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin' you lessons from the old school
You don't get high off your own supply
And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby
He wakes up cold in the morning another day on the run making sure his double life don't come undone his hands are full but there's nothing to show for every late night spent running from his shadow just get it right just get it right now your in further than you've ever been before little big lie further than you've ever been before just another little lie a nervous walk through the city he got to cover his tracks check for familiar faces better watch your back he got no rest now he's wicked just toss and turn every night going over his stories to get em right just get it right that's what I'm talk'n about fucker a great big dirty lie
[Hook: Z-Ro]
Gangsta from my head to my shoes
So goddamn clean I'm giving haters the blues
Ain't too many players that played the game like I do
I'm getting rap money and getting street money too
Yeah jack I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
G.A.N.G.S.T.A.
I keep it real all day every goddamn day
And ain't goin never change homie I'm a stay this way a thug (a thug)
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
Bitch I'm back
The biggest Boss Hogg of em all
It's Thugga muhfucka leader of them Outlaws
Made the city proud rep hard for the grill (huh)
They thought we fell off still getting it how I live (cheah)
Stay up in the club, let em know we still paid (still paid)
Reppin for the Nouf from the cradle to the grave (huh)
Gangstas don't hide so you see my face often (often)
Heater on my side so approach me with caution
Reppin great fame I appreicate the love
But don't get it fucked up (what) cause bitch I'm still a thug (still a thug)
The [? ] got bigger, the money got longer
It's Hoggs worldwide so the team more stronger (thugga)
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Huh, that's right my nigga money, hoes, cars, clothes
I think I fell in love with clothes and cars and doe
I know y'all don't be seeing me at award shows
Fuck going commercial real nigga, y'all know how it goes
Thousand dollar bottle of camante y'all know how it flows
I die once, a thousand times that's how a coward goes
You don't want none of me nigga I got power blow
Hoes as big as tennis balls that's all a six sour note
Attitude like Pimp C, cup taste like Big Moe
R.I.P. to Pat and for the Hawk, that's my big bro
Every CD in my car say "DJ Screw"
If you from Houston and you rap my nigga he made you
I keep pens and pencils like bitches I pimp them hoes
Get it out of cock, put it in my socks it's what I do with the doe
Money ain't never been mad at me I stay cool with the doe
Like a dummy when he peeing I'm a fool with the flow
[Hook: Z-Ro]
[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Hah, I can't stop I gotta make my nigga Pimp proud (R.I.P.)
That's why you see me reppin' Texas up in front of crowds (cheah)
Thugged out every nigga ride with the scratch (that's right)
Don't start shit but we stay ready for comeback
Don't know how to act, we goin fuck the club up (club up)
We just like em so the gangstas niggas love us (cheah)
My street nigga get a good girl pussy wet (that's right)
She say she coming home with me, that's a bet (that's a bet)
Before the Gin we get wasted off patron straight (straight)
After that see if her friend goin paticapate (huh)
Whole weight in the town got it locked down (locked down)
Got drank, got bricks, got plenty thous
And my gangsta ways
They hung off they guns
And made it to the grave
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Verse:
Listen I got real niggas that love me, fake niggas thats hatin’, mad bitches that want me
Mad bitches that want me, snitch niggas is waitin’
Old G’s sayin’ how I remind them on how they used to be
If you never heard of me yet
Better get used to me
Tho mo’ money for guns, the mo’ homicide
The mo’ pussies that run, the mo’ Imma ride
Cause since Poppa died, I was starin’ eye to eye
With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize
I was young & blind cutting class wastin’ time
Til’ my nigga introduced me to that other side
He said listen you plan out what you wanna do
You out thinkin’ you grown you got a lot to prove
Ain’t nuttin’ free in this world
You gotta take it fool, you wanna roll
Good here’s a 22
You see them niggas right there
Shoot them
And ever since that day, I’ve been a shooter
Hook:
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
BG Verse
Oh, I’m a baby gangsta, you name it I done it
You heard the hook nigga, I’m the definition of it
I came my own way, been wildin’ since 13
Soon niggas get in line if you wanna mirk me
Lets take it to the streets
Where I started it
Where half the city wanted for murder charges there
I’m dressed in all black
Baseball hat
Gorilla Suit nigga that’s what I call that
I never been a rat
And I don’t fuck with the lame
I took lost bounce bitch and charged it to the game
Always been the same
I ain’t never gon’ change
When I’m in beef you know I gotta let my nuts hang
I come from down south, on them back streets
I bet you I’ll wack a nigga before you wack me
Nigga go get ______, yeh fuck w/ me
You know a gangsta and a hustlah is all I’ll ever be
Hook:
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Verse:
Look I got killers around me
Drug dealers around me
Real talk don’t bring no bird niggas around me
I get bullet proof love if thugs fuck with me
I act up because the goons run with me
A nigga play he gon’ it cause Imma headshot him
They say I move like Tut before the Feds got him
I’m a gang leader, in a white wife beater
Tattered black flagged up In a two seater
Bitches notice me by the scar, know its me
The four fifth in my coatsleeve, coatsleeve
I’ve been to jail before
That’s what hell is dog
My niggas back and forth like it’s a damn resort
This is for my niggas that grind and have pistols on them
Don’t play with police we draw pistols on them
The game really fucked up
When they let crooks in
I’m comin’ through screamin’ BROOKLYN
Hook:
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit, I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
G shit, G shit
Cause I’m a gangsta
Yeah, yeah, I be on my g-shit I be on my, I be on my
Yo', this is for the streets, okay
This is for the streets, uh (Ooh...woo...)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo)
Holler at me (Ooh..ooh...)
Yeah, uh, come on
With so much drama in the NYC
I'm tryin' to make this dollar, only got fifteen
I'm from where grass don't grow and the birds don't sing
Where police be wildin', but my crew is ('Bout it, 'bout it)
This little life of mine (You see)
Had me sittin' on 20s 'fore I turned 16
Wouldn't trade it in for anything
And I got nothin' but love
I've got love for these streets
And the streets got love for me
Gotta keep it gangsta {Gangsta} every day
Can't change what's inside of me (Woo...whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets
But can't take the streets out of me
I'm gon' still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
'Cause the streets gon' ride for me (Hey, yeah)
It's like everywhere I go, everywhere that I be
Streets biggin' me up from West to East
Down to the dirty-dirty and overseas
They be showin' love, so all my people throw it up
We gon' always shine (You'll see)
'Cause anytime I needed you, you was there for me
You're my heart, my soul, and you're why I sing
I got nothing but love
I've got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
I'm gon' keep it gangsta {Gangsta} every day
Can't change what's inside of me (Whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Hey...)
But can't take the streets out of me
I'm gon' still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
'Cause the streets gon' ride for me (Whoa...)
In the morning when I rise (Morning when I rise)
You are always on my mind (Yeah, yeah)
When I go to bed at night (Go to bed at night)
You will still be by my side (Yeah, yeah)
You never let me down (Never let me down)
So I'll never let you go (Go)
This is dedicated to the streets (The streets)
You got my heart (My heart)
I've got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
So I'm gon' keep it gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah, yeah
Can't change what's inside of me (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Take me out the streets)
But can't take the streets out of me
But I'm gon' still be gangsta {Gangsta}, yeah
'Cause the streets gon' ride for me (Yeah, yeah)
I've got love for these streets (Love for these streets)
And the streets got love for me
I'm gon' always be gangsta {Gangsta}
Can't change what's inside of me (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
So they can take me out the streets (Take me out the streets)
But can't take the streets out of me
And I'm gon' still be gangsta (Gangsta), yeah
'Cause the streets gon' ride for me (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
This is for my streets
Go 'head with your gangsta self
Uh, uh, uh, this is for my streets
So go 'head with your gangsta self
I see you, I see you
Okay, okay
Uh, this is for my streets
For my gangsta self
I've got love for these streets (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the streets got love for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah {Gangsta}
Can't change what's inside of me (I'm gon' still be gangsta)
You my wife with no papers
My gangsta bitch
The first time I got caught
You to shank the bitch
Ain't scared to get down
She'll bust off rounds
Smoke a Newport
Cut me half, bust me down
Catch me looking at anotha chick
She curse me out
Dead serious
But at times she act silly
Jump out the truck at the light
To get the dutch
Rolling it up
Chasing down ice cream trucks
I waited half an hour for your hair to get braided
She leaving dirty messages on three way pagers
Thought her how to roll cello and spit razors
She hit triple six first time out in Vegas
She never got shook when the Feds
Knocked down the door
She hid the coke
A scared chic would of flushed it raw
And we could live it up
Eat lobster and shrimp
Or get grimy with a
Quarter bag of potato chips
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
I need a down chic
That wouldn't mind loading the clip
And that wouldn't blow her mind
If I showed her a brick
In and outta the grind
With a focus for chips
Blowing for one time
With her controlling the weep
Re-up for me
And make sure she double the flip
She a sophisticated thug bitch
That move her hips
She catch you for your setup
When you move ya shit
But most of the time she throw
The cold shoulders to guys
Smoke in the ride
Hooded low
Over her eyes
She know she a dime
Baby nine strapped to her thighs
Gotta be live
Help me count doe in a five
And when I'm gone for weeks on them O.T. moves
She don't trip
She's a gangsta
She knows the rules
Giving me hell
That's not something I am hoping to loose
And God forbid, I slip up and land in jail
My murda mommy put the house up
To make the bail
(Come on)
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Behind a real nigga
Is a real bitch
They lied to me
See my bitch
She walk right beside of me
I been in situations
Seen her ride for me
She lick my gun wounds
Even did my time with me
Ain't nothing she can't have
I get that girl everything
Tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings
Are you that chic?
Do you rep sticky?
We split it down the middle everything
Forty, sixty
Are you that chic for rich
Or poor?
The only one I eat out
The only one I hit raw
Keep you covered in ice
'Til you start shiverin'
Baby phat Gucci
Thugged out in pink timberlands
Me and her, we like Bonnie and Clyde
I hold the heat and the money and
She drive the ride
She make other bitches mad
'Cuz she more bitch
Than they ever been
It's the beautiful, intelligent
Talented, trama, heroin
'Cuz it's straight gangsta
Straight gangsta
(Straight gangsta)
Gangsta
Count bills with me
You'll kill for me
When the blood shed tears
You still with me
'Cuz you real with me
Smoke five with me
Look the judge in the eye
[50 Cent - Talking]
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?
[Chorus x2]
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
[50 Cent]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[Chorus]
Out of the slums, in the midst of the darkness
and come in, they callin, all in
ready for the mission when they listen
many people, many children
better touch em;deliver the one, better tell em\\\'
You can ride to the rhythm, come on
And get your gun on, run on, the Benz along
already, Christ to the rhythm for keepin the boat steady
Everybody gather around to protect him
The lesson of the spiritual, kick kids and every
Everyone is going through their shit, and thats ??
No we not angels, and different for the feelin\\\'
Troopin\\\' in the galaxy????
???? the process, normally
Givin all my money to the poor and the streets keep orderly
Sort of like a weapon, we sharin, we still carin\\\'
Motherfuckers blessed and in heaven everybody sharin\\\'
Some of us try so hard to get attention
nonsense, thinking tellin\\\' me who was winning
But the fellas aint finna forgive all the lies
never the spies wise, and you heard battle cry
You\\\'ll never see my face or my eyes, no way
Headed to a place, nobody don\\\'t know my name
No lames, no shame, no game, no blame, no mess, no dress, no thanks (let\\\'s crush this pain)
You\\\'ll never see my face or my eyes, no way
We headed to a place, nobody don\\\'t know my name
No game, no lame, no shame, no blame, no mess, no dress, let\\\'s crush this pain
Now if you still got some gangsta in you, I want you to put your pistol in the air, and let that motherfucker go buck buck buck
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta, Gangsta boy)
Dear Lord, hit em in the head; word written in red
Candle lit with the light and the beer
Burn it up, try to fight to the death like this
Tell em what we doing and we moving with their peers
Doin\\\' in a ditch
Turnin around, they shit dipin\\\' around, the whip flippin around
the kids skippin the rims, and did that with the fish
Bizzy and the kizzy, is he coming around, they kick it
I know you with it and then we with it to the fullest, to the bullets, to the bullpits
duckin through the bullshit
Running the game, and automatic with the torches
Trenches, henches, lynches, horses, forces, choices, orchids, Jinns
endorsed with the sword, just normally morbid, fortress, soldiers cordially cautious
Fire\\\'s are still in that orchid
Man, damn, life in the ville, no flim flam
Yes the lord has a plan, The lord has a man
In us and I trust in him, and he perfect
We human, thuggin and get it, scoopin the ladies out of Hades
So it\\\'s cool like 80, cursed them, inflection, protection
in the section; young gifted and crazy
and laetly playin up these radio stations
Twista, X-man, Jimmy, gimme that money
gimme that songs, we thugged out
these voice tell in harmony with the symphony
grind and keep inside of the hood, still
Mic check, left right, would you?
Grand Pappa keeping me safe like....
Big Pappa understood the hood
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta, Gangsta boy)
My father and grandfather so happy to be in existance, alive
My understanding the meanings, the reason is like the answer on how to survive
How to rewind, make it through affectionately
I\\\'m getting as close as i can, as yall teach me to be a man
I stand for something thats more grand
The rest of the fam, demonous the winds
Abraham , bring some of the Jinns
Timothy ????? and all of the candles be pointin to sin
I thank the light, creator from darkness, the angel just wanting the love
but the love that he has can never be bought, and i thank him and call him a dove
Plus he love Allah, and plus the son and I know that he love me aswell
My name is Glory and Jesus\\\' my dad, even if all of the children fail
We\\\'ll never fail, better be careful, the mysterys ?? of the holy grail
Angels still on your trail, you worship the lord, you\\\'ll always prevail
Never could teach, I tried to preach, you know what they do to me, want to be righteous
Just instead of my stuck in the shelters, I\\\'m kinda famous, singin\\\' it right
Grandfather, I\\\'m feelin\\\' I heard the balance the talent like I was told
Make me strong from the ?? invisible things Bizzy Bone can\\\'t be boned
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
[Juelz Santana]
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!
[Chorus: 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
[Juelz Santana]
Now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
Jose or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ey!
[Chorus: 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
[Cam'Ron]
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That shit's disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothing
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
[Chorus: 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
Woo! New York, Sydney, Aris, London, (Background: I am) New York, Sydney, (Background: Your Child).
These are a few of my favorite things.
I was there for you when my heart turned blue.
Love me so un-true, what's the use.
You [and ? me]; and we go round and round.
What's the price tag now.
Sold your dream for food.
I have food, for me and you.
(Background: These are a few of my favorite things).
She said, I want your love, I want your love.
(Background your love).
You gotta love, I'll start it up (Your all I need) That one way love, can't get enough.
(she gets that I need) (Background: These are a few of my favorite things).
New York, Sydney, (Ladies and gentlemen) Aris, (We like ya to fasten your seatbelts now) London, (and prepare for take off) New York, (we are about to take you to) Sydney, New York, (a place you've never been before) Sydney, These are a few of my favorite things.
I love Di-Mond tears, just meet me here.
Now I'm Lost unclear.
Angle I say goodbye and we go round and round, Whats the price tag now.
Sold your dream for food.
I have food, for me and you.
(Background: These are a few of my favorite things).
She said, I want your love, I want your love.
(Background your love).
You gotta love, I'll start it up (Your all I need) That one way love, can't get enough.
(she gets that I need) (Background: These are a few of my favorite things).
[?] Freddy said everybodys fly I met this girl she stayed in my mind love is bad love is crule [...] and I wont stop I cant stop I'm goin to keep on to the break of dawn and we aint leave till the neighbors gone.
Like caviar, sex n' cars, hip-hop stars with movie [?].
Things have changed they aint the same since diddy came n changed the game.
[...] from the early morn' to the break of dawn.
So dont stop sure shot were go keep on the body rock n' we aint leavin till we hit the top.
Don't stop girl, just rock girl.
You gotta love, I'll start it up (Your all I need) That one way love, can't get enough.
[Logic]
I'm a gangsta, it's homicide to ya lullabyes
Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5
Traumatized niggas couldn't play in this sport
Either you ball or you flamin' your torch
Sell draw, or just came from up north
Homey, it's one or the other
Cuz it's real, when it's a steel to your son or you mother
I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top
Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop
Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack
It's '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack
Y'all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it's a damn, shame
The way they let y'all little niggas up in this damn game
My campaign is a team that'll shank ya
It don't mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas
That's rearranger strangers, with the bangers
When you in the presence of my chamber
[Nemy]
I'm not the one you should step to
Cuz when the drama pop off, I'm not the one to be next to
Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you
I'm here for the long run, I fight you til it's long done
Rhyme like a case, you can't leave til you caught one
Up in your face, I'ma breathe something awesome
The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year
We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear
We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams
Come true, by taking themes, hey, it's me, I'ma (gangsta)
Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own
I ain't wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain't wanna be hated
Being down in trees, made me wanna be great
I got down with my please, but I don't wanna be cased
I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days
[Chorus x2: Eyes Low]
I'm a gangsta, keep my mind on my money
Cock my nine when I'm hungry, down to ride for my homey
I'm a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side
Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can't hide it
[Mad Man]
We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers
I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors
Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes
Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane
Cuz I'm a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker
Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger
Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver
Local baby mom's hitter, only drink hard liquor
I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin'
In the telly with your girl, you can find me in
I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook
Niggas I don't fuck with, try'nna get rich
Cuz we tired of re'in up, fast cash is the worst type
And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike
Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night
It's only right... gangsta, y'all know me right
[Eyes Low]
On 9/27, a gangsta born
I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn
Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed
I'm like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm
Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped
Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high
I handle long, them I'm outtie, once them shots pop hot
You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high
I live the real life, dogs, you better understand
I'm a thug, but God's hug, give me the upper hand
You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood
Turn pounds, the ho's reporters convinced, it's no love
You said, how much of this, could the world handle?
Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle
In the city of murder, we holdin' iron
Trapped ready to - they sleep, no denyin'
I'm Ridin Through Da A I Dont Know Where Da Turn To Yall Look Thristy My Cutless Look Like Orange Juice
442 Fuck Ridin Ima Burn Through Da Morgue Dont Concern You We Claeana Than You Home To Money Aint A Thang
Bitch Im Straighta Than A Purm Boo 28 Ashanti Ridin Tall Me And Kurn To Youll Like Drizzell A Bitch You
Gotta Learn To Nigga Say He On Da Grind Ima Set My Word Through I Know Where Dey Live At I Know Where Dey
Kill At I Know Where Dey Deal At And I Know Where Da Pills At 245 Whole Thang Dats Foreal Black Aint No
Short Numbers For All Youll Short Comers Man Da Trap Off Da Chain Man We Beatin Like Drummers You Ball
For 2 Days We Ball Da Whole Summer I Came Back Flippin Bricks Bitch I Do Numbers Gangsta,Gangsta All You
Get Is Drama Nigga
Gangsta Soldier Frutty Friut Rolled Up Young Dro A But I Done Gotdam Grown Up Teneke Got Da Whole Block
Sewed Up Her Body Smokin Me Cush Nigga Roll Up.
Who Im I Young Dro Im Supreme Im A Lotta Shit I Can Buy A Lotta Bricks To Ride In My Impala Wit Nigga
Ridin Shawty Shit My Car Look Like An Oreo Brown Paint White Guts Yea Me And Coreyo Son Of Da Holyghost
Tryin Me Find Me Shoot A Nigga In Da Back Of Da I Wit Da 9e Niggas Cant Define Me I Trigga From Da Mouth
You Black Belt Ninja Shit Im Flippin Off Yo House Fool Killa Dro Im Out To Benz Sourcout Coupe C4 By Da
Pounds I'll Make A Nigga House Move I Know All About You You Full Off Of Mouth Food I Can Eat A City And
A State And Drink A Whole Lake Now I Ride Wit Orea 88rk Big Bank Specialist 28rk Polo Brought Da M-650's
Woke up in the morning, threw on my black suit
Time to pay respects to a player from my crew
He got caught up and paid with his life
Slipping on the block on the late night
Now everybody's at his funeral with tears in their eyes
Wonder why my homie had to die
Just another one of my dead friends
And all that's on my mind is getting revenge
Kissed my playa on his cheek
And whispered in his ear "I love you and rest in peace"
But for me, the funk is on
I'm strapped with my chrome from dusk til dawn
And you can run but you can't hide, fell me?
So when you get your first glance, you'd best to kill me
Cause I'm out to gets you, pranksta
And you know you can't fade a gangsta
They try to tell me revenge is the wrong way
But that ain't what my comrades would say
And if it was Pooh, laying in the casket
Somebody would be getting they punk ass blasted
I'm riding strapped in the LTD
Ready to put some punks to sleep
Tears filled Antione's eyes
As he thinks of the way my homie died
AK's across my lap
And it's on with the mini 14 in the back
The Angel of Death's on a mission
I want your life nigga, fuck sqaushing shit
And as far as the toll goes
Nigga you can talk to these motherfucking bullet holes
Now the deuce is out to hang ya
And we ain't shit but gangstas
Now we know for sure who pulled the trigga
Fake-ass nigga
So we kicked in his mom's door at home
And find her old ass there all alone
She gave up his number and all
So I gave his mark ass a call
Look punk, we got your momma
And she'll be dead on arrival if you don't cut the drama
You killed my partner so I gots to kill you
And I'm a do what I have to
This wrinkled-up bitch, you'll find her in a ditch
If your ass don't get here quick
I'm getting tired of your drama
Now ask yourself nigga, do you love your momma?
Cause she's abouts to die, pranksta
“Gangsta”
Amir:
Sto qui con i miei amici, ess? che me la rido,
[Intro: Doap Nixon]
Geah, AOTP, that's gangsta nigga
Sour Diesel the album is here
Yeah, uh
[Doap Nixon]
Tempo take, no shirt with a cold smirk
A J A, runaway babe with no shirt
Shady endeavors, you play me neva
I'm a product of my environment plus the 80's era
Buckin' half lip, gas spit when the grass lit
Sour Diesel trippin' off acid
That's the way my youngaz play, they so loco
They transport their work in coffee beans from SoHo
Then what?
So what you think you tellin' us with them jail threats
We know how to bids scrap, know how to live scrap
Dudes got bright ideas till they get wig clapped
This games just a big trap
Pullin' lil kids rats
And it's all the same; they do a video, bling-bling
Then they go pawn their chains (Faggots)
So we don't care about y'all dudes that rap hard
Y'all names up in bright lights and mines is on a black card
That's gangsta nigga
[Demoz:]
Ayo I fuck with the beast slice, wouldn't do this acapella
Bitches lookin' at my ways, they look like helicopter propellers
Fuck you mean you gettin' mozzarella
You payed a hundred for them jeans, them bitch's Rocafella
Hella weed and my dutch got me medicated
Meditated bitch, niggas hatin' cause I'm educated
Street smart, we fart, nigga I am elevated
Flowin' like a helium baloon without my head inflated
This shit you rap about other niggas laugh about
I'm hungry so I'm clappin' out
Ya adam till the apple's out
Pills and apple juice, you pissin' I just have to ask
It's funny so I have to brag
You shittin' in a plastic bag
You'se a faggot man, I'll clap you like a Pakistan
A rope around ya neck
I'll hold you up like a traffic jam
Trash ya man if I'm Diesel with the gun
[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
Geah, Nixon, I got you baby, it's Cauze
Niggas is trash, betta step ya bars up
Broke outta jail told 'em step their bars up
Ya haze is two base, step your jars up
Break ya face up chump, step your jaw up
All Chucks, my true flame niggas
Buss thru ya fuckin' wall like that cool laid nigga
Oh-yeah, the rest ought to know I'm the best
And you a flake like fresh fallin' snow
Fuckin' flake ass chump, Hollywood niggas
I'm 26 but in the game about five of those
Wars, tours, albums, got five of those
So pay homage, don't let me catch you poppin' shit
Cause I'll kill ya career before you drop a disc
Who hot as this? Bring me to ether nigga
I'll beast, battered, deep fried eat the nigga
King Kong, Chewbacca straight beastin' nigga
You talk greasy, but I just don't believe you niggas
Me neither, nope!
[Planetary:]
Before I get caught by the Federally's
I move my family to Cali
You pushin' kush in the alley
I'm pushin' 08 Denali's
I'm ridin' out like a renegade
Reef rockin' shotty
We got a trunk full of hand grenades to dismantle ya body
You niggas rappin' like you ain't been potty trained
I got pots to piss in, niggas step ya polly game
Gas high, but fuck that, I don't ride the train
If I can't afford it, I start recordin' a lotta flame
You know they had to invite Planet nigga!
I'm Mike Jordan on top of my game
That's why I treat Nixon like Pippen
Cause with 'em they can't stop my reign
This shit gangsta, lemme explain
Demoz will cut ya and leave you framed at the train tracks
You all bloody and tied up to the third realm
Cryin' for ya momma, but the drama where you first fell
You too feminem, take it to the grave witcha
When ya head detach, I'm a laugh and Paz take the pictures
[A-Wax]
I'm gangsta
No thanks to you
Watch me and learn what a gangsta do
Listen close to what a gangsta say
I count money in a gangsta way
Understand how a gangsta think
Not the same this a gangsta mink
When he talk slick bag the punk
I can't pass it this a gangsta blunt
Take money never thank the ho
My record label is a gangsta code
I got a future now thanks to rap
Never spit game just gangsta mack
Find me where the gangsta's be
Find my money where the bank would be
Put the mic and the stage aside
When I'm gone it said "Gangsta died"
10 shots only grazed my ribs
Write a book on how a gangsta lives
Nice body but the face forget it
She only out to have a gangsta to hit it, ugh
[Chorus]
It always matter how a gangsta look
So I hit 'em wit a gangsta hook
Turn it up make the place go wild
You can't deny me or my gangsta style
Ripe rowdy wit the face imported
Never step on a gangsta's Jordan's
Gangsta is what a gangsta was
Let a G do what a gangsta does
[A-Wax]
I'm gangsta
No if's, and's, or but's
When it's time to come out putt he camera up
Show 'em all how a gangsta ride
Have 'em lookin for a place to hide
You ain't lookin' for a gangsta when
You just lookin' for a place to spend
Snap out of it, face the real
How you gonna tell a gangsta "chill"
I'm gangsta
Tattoo's and corn rolls
Got enough songs out
Shouldn't have to worn those
Super suckas for a long time
I'm gangsta like Game
Like Mitchy I'm the wrong kind
Money came man paper have it
Don't be flaggin' down my gangsta caddy
You and yours get the taste of 10 milla
When I pull out my gangsta chinchilla, ugh
[Chorus]
[A-Wax]
I'm gangsta
Black chucks, red laces
Bad luck but I duck fed cases
Who don't wanna help a gangsta ball?
Line 'em up and tell 'em face the wall
I'm gangsta
Like Al Capone
On my way to call the palace home
Said I couldn't do it
But your friend was wrong
[Stumik:]
I'm talking bout shorty, this nigga, shorty
Come out shorty, throw muthafuckin' four-pound shorty
And spit rounds for me, that's my little down homey
Cause he be trippin', my team be rippin'
It's Icewater, muthafucka, we keep it drippin'
You niggas think you got alot of game, but in the hood, you ain't got a name
Talking all that mobsta slang, you muthafuckas ain't gon' pop a thing
Who you hiding from? They gon' find you son
You scared, god damn it, then go and buy a gun
Cause you got beef with kids, and when you come home, they gon' beem the crib
So make sure you get to a heat kid, cause lord knows you gon' need the bitch
And that's a deal real, don't get ya head peeled
And be unable to tell doc how that lead feel
[Chorus x2: Flo]
Walk with me, talk with me, move like a gangsta
Freshed up, all wrapped up, won't prove that you gangsta
Rise with me, roll with me, come see my gangstas
Look at Icewater, them niggas, they gangstas
[Polite:]
Yo, nigga, we thugs for real, little ass nigga with a thug appeal
Tell me how these slugs'll feel, when I cock, and bust your grill
So ya'll keep fucking around, we gon' murda y'all, ya'll niggas don't oppose a threat
Muthafuckas won't bust a sweat, who fuck is you? I never heard of ya
It's Icewater, nigga, max up, and I dare ya'll to act up
Get clapped up, and wrapped up, get tossed in the back of a mack truck
Yo it's a dirty game, the game ain't built for this, ya'll niggas is lame
Ya'll niggas just talking out, ya'll scared, ya'll niggas don't bang them things
My dogs ready to ride, ya'll wanna die, then fuck around
Bring your best with a vest to test my skills, I'mma gun 'em down
It's Icewater, niggas, all my soldiers keep it gangsta
Icewater, nigga, what, we keep it gangsta
[Chorus x2]
[P.C.:]
I'm from the home of the gangstas
Only roll with the gangstas, wanna get it on with me, gangsta?
I pop like four in a gangsta, test me, I put a hole in the gangsta
You know I roll up, fours talk, pull it out, you gon' fold up
Wanna die, then nigga, go ahead, push your luck
I set it off, ready and willing to go to war
Which one of ya'll niggas want it, I bring it to all of ya'll, listen
You know the Water is running, can't stop us, we coming
You got guns, but ain't popping it nothing
[Chorus x2]
[Cigar:]
Aiyo, it's Icewater Inc., respect the name, I kill yo ass, I ain't playing
Muthafuckas really wanna test the name, get shot in the head when I pop them things
Homey, we from the hood, what the fuck is good?
We gangsta killas, and I don't think you understood
Things come out, nigga best to run, I dump yo ass in the back of the trunk
You don't wanna get hit with a shotgun pump, shoot yo ass, we getting it crunk
Cause we ain't scared of ya'll, killas is bout to war
These gangsta niggas'll teach yo ass how to ball
Gangsta
This shit is gangsta
My hood is gangsta
Your shit ain't gangsta (niggaz ain't gangsta)
This shit is gangsta (the definition)
Love wood is gangsta
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (c'mon motherfuckers ain't gangsta nigga)
Gangsta
[DOGG]
The definition of a gangsta nigga
See me in my physical form, when I squeeze my lucky draw
So many lives are in hole
My word is bond
And if you step you best believe my homies are swoll
To put you niggaz in the cemetery (boom)
So many niggaz are dyin' in a hurry but they need not worry
My bullets fly in the flurry shit
Two 40 Glock thrown-ass craze nigga
It's untouchable West/Side Mob niggaz
With the Relativez we got to get the best of them
Bend 'em over watch me fuck 'em like the rest of them
My Temptations got me bangin' for my Thug Nation
Tappin' my phone ?? they listen to my conversation
From Hub City to Brick City we bend out
Picture a nigga drunk drivin' in his glasshouse
With no doubt, I keep clack 'cause it's necessary
I be damn if I gets buried cause I'm a
Gangsta (a motherfuckin' gangsta nigga)
This shit is gangsta (that's right)
My hood is gangsta (yeah, for sure)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, that's right)
Love wood is gangsta (that's right)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, yeah)
Gangsta
[BIG WY]
We in Darby Park wait room, dip, hittin' the weights
Burn out sex of teen bitches ?? the first place
From the home of gangsterism
Pimpin', bangin' and knock out
Holdin' ?? with red bars sherm the hop house
Mafia
Organize controllin' the scratch
Holdin' the gat
Purpose to put holes in your back
Live by the facts
Leavin' ?? face in the map
And the doctors can't bring you back (flatline)
I keep to driving beneath my feet as I hang in curb
Hang with niggaz with too stripes that bang and serve
Blowin' a herb
Till they conversation is slug
Cookin' the thangs ?? throws and throwin' the bird
Diggin' my stash before the bitches shakin' their ass
Let's them ?breathin'? pimpin' and callin' me daddy
What you have to give it up?
Hell no nigga!
Nigga put it on sum'
On Bloods nigga
Cause I'm a
Gangsta (nigga)
This shit is gangsta (that's right)
My hood is gangsta (yeah, for sure)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, that's right)
Love wood is gangsta (that's right)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, yeah)
Gangsta
[SUGA BUGA]
Suga Buga has got trucks and jacks for TVs
White hoes, black bitches, young bitches chinese
Amigos, that turn tricks out of the casino
We know she tear that ass for Suga Buga
Too gangsta too pimpin'
Since the bitch real hookers are from
INGLEWOOD!
So stash the green Coupe
By the iceberg as sooner as you might gon' watch
Oh-Oh
Watch that head up you might get socked
You can't tell me nuthin' about living on the edge
Apartment and buildings where heats and baseheads
Takin' turn servin' smokers in the taxi's ?come?
Can tear up for the police so we swallow and run
I got dubs can sure I'ma sell them
The hood is at war, plus niggaz is tellin'
You better hush niggaz, cause we wild, we rush niggaz
Call out niggaz, go twisted on Expeditions
Gangsta
This shit is gangsta (that's right)
My hood is gangsta (yeah, for sure)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, that's right)
Love wood is gangsta (that's right)
Your shit ain't gangsta
This shit is gangsta (yeah, yeah)
Gangsta
[BIG WY]
What niggaz love to most?
Gangsta shit
What bitches shake their ass to?
Gangsta shit
What niggaz love to walk to?
Gangsta shit
What?
Gangsta
Yeah
Gangsta, gangsta
What niggaz love to most?
Gangsta shit
What bitches shake their ass to?
Gangsta shit
What niggaz love to walk to?
Gangsta shit
What?
Gangsta
Yeah
Visual basics, contagious criminal phrases
Rock penals sagacious for minimum wages
Found spirits of hatred on pitiful faces
In cages, locked in a digital matrix
Dance with the devil level lyrics in basements
Original slave-shit, my syllables're racist!
Taste this embrace the physically shapeless
Venoms on pavements, how I'm mimicking Jason.
Rhythms of cavemen in this critical ages
They're living on spaceships,
we're in middle of snakepits!
Faithless cutting with scissors & razors
The Wizard on faders literally crazed this.
Amaze kids how I chase riddles on pages
Subliminal, sacred, caves lit.
Blaze these jewels to rock & roll
For old forgotten souls to scold the Ghetto-Gold.
Hold my pain, my mind empties a clip
Rent me a whip with two bags of sensei to spliff
Yo, my life's nothing but an envious bitch ...
So, how the fuck could you hate me for this.
This Gangsta chronicles feeds minds of
honourable breeds
Documents read the peace with
hypnotical ease
Anybody who pleads for more
vulnerable needs
Drop to your knees, words of
Muhammad will breathe
With unstoppable speeds atoms
and molecules bleed
Behind that Hollywood creed,
the diabolical greed...
This is beyond narcotics and weed...
Beyond vile demonic conceit!
I pen rhymes on tropical leafs before I hop on them beats
Popping the heat, mystique my knowledge is deep.
Swallow the grief, empty V-bottles with freaks,
Biographies teach on dusty sorrowful sheets!
The Sodom's defeat among King Solomon's seeds
Yo honestly B: what happened to the Mark of the Beast?
Following cheez your neighbourhoods' prophet's believes...
Ya turn your back to topics like these.
Apocalypse speaks, read a neurotic disease
My solid techniques will hit the rock-bottom for weeks
Poli with peeps, rep the slums boroughs & streets
The God is unique, putting mad Body's to sleep
Hard to compete: THE STATE OF THE ART will repeat
Yo shoot em Biv
Yeah Bell Biv Devoe bouncing across the Air Waves
Shoot em
Shoot em Rick
Spidermans in the house, shootem
No one even knows it
Girl to me you just can't show it
You know that i wont buy it
Girl, there's no use to tryin to hide it
Cos I girl you know i need it
Behind the back girl ive seen it
Take me as a joking prankster
I can't believe my girlfriends a gangsta
Not my baby
I lost my trust in you
Its really driving me crazy
And I don't know what im gonna do
Im going outta my mind
And if she keeps it up were through
You take me as a prankster
But baby Im still in love with you
Cos she's a gangsta
Gangsta boogie
Cos she's a gangsta
Gangsta boogie
Its obvious to see
Shes dressing better than me
Driving a benz and making money
Don't even have the time to call me honey
She carries a gun
Just for fun
One day well argue then shell shoot me girl Im not
The one
Not my baby
I lost my trust in you
Its really driving me crazy
And I don't know what im gonna do
Im going outta my mind
And if she keeps it up were through
You take me as a prankster
But baby Im still in love with you
Cos she's a gangsta
Gangsta boogie
Cos she's a gangsta
Gangsta boogie
Here we go
Yo spiderman bring that beat back
Here we go
Shes a gangsta
You know she would
Try to hide it by looking good
Roll behind you're back she could and stood a female
Hood
Shes the pretty in pink that makes you think
She wears gold, silk and even mink
And if she catches you with another lover
Youre a dead mutha
Cos she's a gangsta
Girl i lost my trust in you.
I don't know what im gonna do
Cos she's a gangsta
Im still in love with you
Cos she's a gangsta
She don't know that i know
My mama always told me: If you're in trouble, always 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. Ooh, an original G
Ooh, I wanna be a gangsta. Ooh, an original G, so come on
Please give me your money, or else I shoot you with my gun
My country always told me: Get an edu- education
My older brother said the same, but neither of us got the patience
(So listen up!)
If you want an extraordinary life, it calls for extraordinary dreams
Ooh, I wanna be a gangsta. Ooh, an original G
Ooh, I wanna be a gangsta. Ooh, an original G, so come on
Please give me your money, or else I shoot you with my gun
Please give me your money, or else I shoot you with my gun
So I'm collecting bottles because I am so poor
They say I should get a job, but then I have to work, so...
But then I have to work, so...
Ooh, I wanna be a gangsta. Ooh, an original G
Ooh, I wanna be a gangsta. Ooh, an original G, so come on
Please give me your money, or else I shoot you with my gun
I float like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
I'm rap city king but I'm only thirteen.
Since I'm only thirteen, I rap wat I mean.
I like dat fine jewerly,but I like makin dat green.
Me and my crew stay true
Forget da lame red, we all about dat blue
See I'm a gansta
And yous a wanksta
And when I'm on da work they call me Lil Banksta
When I'm in the club
They holla Wuz up thug
[Sirens]
[Voice Loop]
[Verse 1]
What's a boy to do if he'll never be a gangsta?
Anger in his heart, but he'll never be a gangsta
If you move into his neighborhood, he'll never make a sound, ooh!
[Sirens]
[Verse 2]
What's a boy to do if he'll never be a rasta?
Singing from his heart, but he'll never be a rockstar
If you move into his neighborhood, he'll never make a sound
If you move into his neighborhood...
[Hook]
Bang-bang, oi!
Never move to my hood, cause danger is crawlin' out the wood
Bang-bang, boy-ee
Never move to my hood, cause danger is crawlin' out the wood
[Sirens]
[Verse 3]
What's a girl to do if she'll never be a rasta?
Singing from her heart, but she'll never be a rockstar?
If you move into her neighborhood, she'll never make a sound
If you move into her neighborhood, she'll never make a...
If you move into her neighborhood, she'll never make a sound
[Hook]
Hey!
[Interlude]
You gonna put that on tape for posterity?
Rewind the tape!
[Bridge]
Life in the city... life in the city...
("... this is happening?")
Makes more sense when [Jesus?] calls me
[Hook]
Intro:
Yeah! Yeah! yeah! Yo, Yo! aha! ah, ah, West~Clan reaload, and let's go.
Verse#1 Ich bin Junge, und alles drum herum. Du
bist durch gefickt, doch du bist dir bewusst, was auf dich zu kommen muss. Und dein
leben ist beschissen wegen diesen, dummen lauf das du drauf bist. Du sagst zu dir
ich bin ein cooles tier. Aber du hast Glueck das du so gut in Rap bist, den du wirst
kein bad haben ohne dein Gangsta Rap! Den dein leben ist viel zu schlecht, sag ruhig
zu einer tussi willst du mit mir Ficken, deine freunde meint du werst schwul, und
ein Arschloch. Deine freund sind dir egal doch du hast dein plan, du wirst gross und
ein Mann, der alles ereichen kann. Sag einfach 1.2.3.4 das wird eines tages mein
revier, und es wird gerapt und gemixt bis das haus hier ein stuertzt, und nicht mehr
so sein wird, den du bekommst deinen eigenen ding. Hoer auf deine eltern was sie dir
sagen. Den deine eltern sind immer fuer dich da, genau wie brueder und schwestern,
Gute freunde helfen dir auch!
Refrain: Ich bin
master Max und Rappe Gangsta Rap
Und ihr wollt hoeren, Gangsta Rap
Und was wollt ihr spielen, Gangsta Rap
Wir Rappen alle, Gangsta Rap
Detroit in last minute
("Gangstas")
Yeah, to all my Hill
("Gangstas")
Yeah everybody out there
("Gangstas")
Ya know what I mean?
Rock that
Rock that
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
Rock that
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
("Gangstas") shit, shit, shit
[Verse 1]
Do no shit talkin'
Sprayin' niggas up when that clip poppin'
On the west with the (gangstas), they Crip walkin'
Glock pistol grip, custom fit coffins
Niggas is rollin' they shit, blunt coughin'
Nigga is you (gangsta) or just talkin'
Them ill hill niggas, do this shit often
From my project bricks to Compton
We original (gangstas) and really ass critical (gangstas)
Now you hit lookin' pitiful, ain't ya?
You ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), gangsta
Yo, you got to walk in the shoes of a (gangsta)
And you gotta pay your dues to be a (gangsta)
Yo them niggas make the news, they cause (gangsta)
The bad guy lose, that ain't gangsta [echo] ("gangsta")
[Break]
Yo those Pittsburgh niggas is (gangstas)
Yeah them Chi-town niggas is (gangstas)
Boston niggas is (gangsta)
Yo, Philly niggas they keep it (gangsta)
And them New York niggas they (gangstas)
And them L.A. niggas, yo they (gangstas)
And them ATL niggas, they (gangstas) [echo]
[Verse 2]
Do you really keep it (gangsta), yeah or is you bluffin'
A real (gangsta) leave a murder scene disgustin'
Where my (gangstas) servin' them fiends hustlin'
Real (gangstas) they ain't hustlin' for nothin'
Is that a (gangsta)? Naw, homey
Them Hill (gangstas) they'll break your jaw homey
Them East coast (gangstas) on that grind
And them West coast, gangbangin' throwin' signs
My down South (gangstas), gettin' crazy pay
Be so (gangsta), throw they gays to your braids
This is for my (gangstas), in the grave
And this is for my (gangstas), locked in the caves
Keep that shit (gangsta), sharpin' up them blades
This is for my (gangstas), on lockdown
And my niggas, got the block locked down
We gangstas niggas, we don't gotta [pause] down
[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta, is you or ain't ya
Those (gangstas) gangstas will shoot you or shank ya
They say (gangsta) this gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it (gangsta), even if I'm famous
[Verse 3]
We don't wet ya'll (gangstas), so ya'll better respect our (gangstas)
Matter fact you ain't no motherfuckin' (gangsta), you a car thief
Nigga if you (gangsta), then try to harm me
(Good shit), dog you gonna need a army
Don't have me have to call them niggas from Core Street
They bringin' more heat, come to start a war with Beast
Monsters, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhies
Nigga, I love this gangsta shit
No guns in the pen now shank you quick
Now that's that (gangsta) shit, shit, shit
Joe Beast goin' to the bank with this
Now that's (gangsta), Beast is in
Watch me sloppy Joe off this zero's gin
Go to jail, back out in the streets again
If drop they gun, put the heat to his chin
Now that's
[Chorus]
(Gangsta) gangsta, gangsta is you or ain't ya
Them (gangstas) gangstas will shot you or shank ya
They say this ("gangsta" - repeated) gangsta music change ya
But I'm a keep it gangsta even I'm famous