Gangsta Shit

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? 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 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 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 MAC 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 Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop Now, Nas, you love the kid, 50 on that killa shit That big mobster bad man; BGF guerrilla 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 turn your kids to a shooter Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you, BOW! 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 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 You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit Put the potato on 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; give me a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even 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 could 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 I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfucka! 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 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 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 out the steps Begging niggas don't understand, no 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, eatin' apple sauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, for 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 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 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