Lyrics:
Frank Lucas nigga on God
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my
(the life of the party)
I ain't turn in homework for like four months and I bet she let me
She saw the vision
"Yeezy you special, go make your own
for that playin'
We don't come disguised, we gangsters for life, my nigga, we showin' our hands
I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be
Dogg
You know what I'm saying
Yeah giving a shout out
Mr X-to-the-Z-Xzibit
To all the homeboys on Dogghouse Records
Like this
187.4fm on your
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really
yeah I'm with it
Wanna get into some gangster shit?
Yeah I'm with it got that 40 on me
And anyone who want it can get it
Give me that pussy lil' mama
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
Small Lil Gangster
I mean highkey you just might be
Small Lil Gangster
Acting highly cause yo’ clothes is pricey
Small Lil Gangster
All on IG saying you
money, I swallow four diamonds
Forget it, I ain't speakin' on business, you got your ho 'round
Still posted by the Chinese store, they think my head gon'
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Usin' that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dog, can't wait to hit him with this SIG (pussy)
Nigga play with co, I
To save the world, you and me
You never know who you facin
Who you chasin' the life you wastin'
I was made by the one and only G O D
To take my life
cuz
You know my whole life, I wanted to be a gangsta, mane
I used to see my OG home boys at King Park
Ridin' on bikes with their canes with they
real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you
"Ay Foxx, we just livin' our life right?"
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
"Weezy, Jus Blaze"
Now everybody let's get dumb, dumb de dumb
Dumb
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we tellin' and shit
'Til I said to myself "My life is betta than this"
I want
strong
Salinas, Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready
out there, I'm comin'
(But I still know this is the life, baby, baby)
Let's go get 'em Just
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire,
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
Yeah, ha-ha-ha (bang)
Yeah, Bizarre Kid comin' at you
Eminem and Fuzz, and Mr. Swifty, haha
No one's iller than me (what?)
No one, no one is
y'all countin' sheep, I'm countin' Benjamins
Up on my feet at the break of the sun
President of the Gangster Na-tion
We don't go to war, we go
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