Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo feel this, Big Psych
Let me tell you how we livin yo
I know niggas with no ice and no life
That put a couple rounds in you
players, but now I'm on some gangsta shit
What possessed this motherfucker to try to punk me?
What possessed this motherfucker to tell me fuck me?
Guess
the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
I'm on a gangsta roll, in my two do' Regal
With four 12's in my trunk
That'll bump
at the club, we got so buck, we try to tear up some shit
Gangsta Boo the gangsta bitch wit' the .357
Our main goal in life is an opposite Heaven, Triple 6,
"Gangsta Gangsta" shit
Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
But I'ma make sure we get them acres
Tell 'em fuck computers, we good with paper
Nigga maybe it's the thug in me
I'm livin' that, thug life baby!
Steady smokin' Indo, goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me
Turn
the bridges out
Make my blood boil, get ya life spoil
Get you in the system, get you in the soil
And you funeral sponsored by Unical
Saw your UVN nigga digital
the walls
Thats all they saw
[Verse 5: The Game]
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings
gangsta, when you see me, you check me
"By the way, I got a lot of respect for a lot of rappers
But I got one guy
He's my favorite person to rap with
Ya'll can't really rap for shit
If your life depends on it
Quit biting styles bit by bit
Coz you really ain't that big
Ya'll can't really rap for
cowards out of gangsta rap
When we ride on my enemies
Chorus:
You can tell by the hate in my eyes
That I'm a Soldier 'till the day that I die
(When
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Jesus wins
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin' down
Life is beautiful man
But niggas don't respect niggas, you know what
da women
We gangstas and there aint a day that goes by
A hustler dont look back and reflect on his life
We customed the ice guns grams and dice
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
Y'ain't 'bout that life that life
Y'ain't 'bout that life that life
Y'ain't down to put it all on the line
You ain't down to do the time for crime
"Y'ain't ‘bout that life that life
Y'ain't ‘bout that life that life
Y'ain't down to put it all on the line
You ain't down to do the time for crime
ways that I lead
Ain't no other outcome when you're raised by the streets
Get locked by police, or maybe covered in sheets
But this wicked way of life is
should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you
Hop out know I'm ridin with that muh fuckin sig
Bitch my life a movie
Yea that gangsta shit I live
If you talkin shit
Shit it is what it is
I be
name
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock
to pray!
You walkin' around like a gangsta, gangstas pray! Thugs pray!
Tell me somethin'; if you ain't prayin', where would y'all be today?
Where would y'all
heart belongs to
The ghetto
Told you
I was gangsta,
Showed you I was gangsta
This is how it goes when you roll around with gangsta
Living that street life
for my dead homies
Yeah
"Gangsta Gangsta" that's what we yelling
Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them
We in the hood, getting
Killa-forni-A
Biaaatch !
Hustlers, players, gangstas, ballers, pimps, players
All of those shit, I see all that shit
You know, killerfornia
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