Lyrics:
it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here
Then they start to actin fake
Im in a class all by myself
Im on a top floor with no neighbors
An i get so fuckin high sometimes
I don't hear what they
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
side and watch the haters die
Baby we meant, I can tell you by that gangstashit you gangsta bitch
I start to thing that you were heaven sent
It's me
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit
tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six
40 on the back, Sicx over top
Diggin in
was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
schedule
Too humble to be put on a pedestal
I put on that Vl and stood on my own (VLONE)
By myself I got left home alone
I bust down my drip and then I put
Tell that nigga if it's pressure, we can bust a pipe
Never been a hoe, I ain't a gangsta, but I got some stripes
Flip the bag, then make it double
life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches
Intro
(David Banner)
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
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
Tryna better self that's a gangsta move
Working on your health is a gangsta move
Clearing up the mind is a gangsta move
Being a man about his word
Hook
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty when they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin’ twerk somethin’ girl move that body when you
the best, you and I, competition
Nah, we got them by a land slide
Up in the G5, drunk off of love
Swerving, got the plane ribbons in the sky
I never thought
died
Red dot, head top, now he out his mind
Ak store always open if you gotta hide
You think you seen it all, you never seen a gangsta cry
Blood
It's down south hustlin' music, yeah, Rich, boy, soon as I step up in the club I hit my
gangsta walk, I hit my gangsta walk, I Hit my gangsta walk,
believe
So girl I wrote this song
Step by step, shorty wanna roll with me, step by step
Everywhere I'm at you know my shorty right there holdin' me step by
dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
lets keep this shit straight G
and do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
ya heard me
[Master P]
We
Sustancia arsenica
mi flow te trae pa'ca, tiene magnética
vida de Raper, no, más bien poética
bebo etílico, pierdo la ética
wacha la técnica...
better
They want me on my Mayweather
Know I get plenty blue cheddar
But I'ma keep it hood forever
I guess that's just the gangsta in me
I guess
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