Lyrics:
or black fists
It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
Word to the motherfuckin' streets
And word
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Mystikal]
we fuck we smoke we bank we blast
when we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin
makin
as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream
You learned about your triple beam from me
You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free
A little G
on the dash
Now, how many niggaz you know that can fuck around
And die and come back
They get hooked up with the number one rap label
And rap, like that
than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good
Drama (Gangsta-)
Okay, I've been there, I've done that
This rap shit had to get round from that
My therapy helping the boy unpack
Yeah, the reason I
bout that
Stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap
Ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats
When we come around da front, stop
(Gangsta)
Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi
That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah
Ha, no homo
Rappers get ate like four on four
They say I fucked
[Altogether]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck! (repeat 4X)
[Hittman]
Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin'
All these niggas and all these hoes in here, somebody here gon' fuck
Talking that, walking that, spitting at hoes
Smoking this, drinking that
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you
bitch, 'bout that gangsta shit
I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit
I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side
To hold my
they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, don't ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
I'm thinkin' at times
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Cover my tracks like butter, so where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" The president, yeah, me, no one
But go 'head on, with that foolishness bitch
Let me get lovely with my swerve because I'm true to this shit
And if you comin with eight dollars, you
Zone three Aye!
We finna crunkin' bitch up (BME!)
Show y'all what some real gangstas is at
Some of y'all niggas just dunno (G-Unit!)
I'm
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
guard big, but inside a punk bitch
Ass nigga you's a trick, nigga you's a wankster, wankster
And my pop was a gangsta
Fuck that ho when I need sex,
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
’s Gangsta)
Give a fuck what you think (That’s Gangsta)
Diamonds on my Wrist (That’s Gangsta)
Fucking on my bitch (That’s Gangsta)
My niggaz never snitch
Fuck that club (shit)
They want that thug (shit)
But I ain't no thug, bitch
And I ain't no gangsta, bitch
I'm a hustler, ho
And I got no problem
Hey motherfuckin' Cube, what the fuck's wrong with you?
You didn't kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit!
Why don't you kick it one good
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