What's up gangsta?
What's up?
We need to kick some shit about these
old fake ass motherfucking gangstas.
Yeah.
I'm let my god damn niggas
kick some shit man.
Yeah.
Different bars than my god
damn nigga
Scarface.
Check it out.
Oh shit!
I gotta come with a hard one about these studio
gangstas and the shit that they say they done.
Them rhymes is getting too strong.
How the fuck you kill a nigga on
every motherfucking song?
I'm getting tired of this fuck shit.
Ain't tryna pull some shit,
and steady writing that bullshit
Write some shit that's
gonna stick
Cause you ain't shit,
your crew ain't shit, I know that shit
I never seen you in a hood, hoe
I never seen you throw them fangs in
a motherfuckin' fight, bro
You's a fake -ass prankster
The double -O gon' label you
as a studio gangster
Studio gangster, studio gangster
Rapping about shit that
you ain't really done
Studio gangster, studio gangster
I know your punk ass ain't
even shot a gun
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Walk around town like you own something
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Come with that wack shit,
your ass gets nothin'
Niggas fuckin' up shit up
in the studio
Drinkin' all that
Wicked &
Racked shit
I thought they grew up in the ghetto
But fuck it, that shit is just a big front
I oughta beat yo' motherfuckin'
ass for pullin' out that
Hothunt
Gangsta, straight gangsta
So yeah, I'm snitchin',
you're bitchin'
Because you're livin'
your life superstition
Fuck all that bullshit
And steppin' to bloody filth
Lights you up like a spliff
And you will end up dead and stiff
Step out this new
E .O.
And face up to reality
Flexin' this like a man
But you a
H .O.
Double
E.
Punk, prank star
Welcome to my territory
Bitch, bring it on
Get your squad, motherfucker
And let's get it on
Fuckin' with the undergrow
Bitch, we goin' toe to toe
Beat you like a stepchild
After that, it's guns and ammo
And see your blood drippin'
on the concrete
Rushin' with my shotgun,
bitch, it go at six feet
Fuckin' with them wrong niggas
com in' out the filth
Fuck them motherfuckers,
real niggas want some real shit
So get yourself some nuts and
quit actin' like a ho
And race a little bitch, ace up , nigga
Out the studio, studio gangsta,
studio gangsta
Fuck them niggas, out the nickel,
I'm comin' to fill your cap and kill ya
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
I wanna get rich up back, son of a bitch
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta,
nigga wanna shank ya, tryna be a gangsta
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta,
your life is in danger, nigga had it started at ya
I ripped up shit in 86, slangin' cocaine,
16 years old, introduced to this dope game
Couldn't tell me shit, cause I had shit happenin',
and had a big bank, nig ga long for this rappin'
So I spent game from the experience, bitch,
but you niggas keep reppin' that studio shit
And, uh, me, I gots to ask the question,
why?
Cause you ain't killing shit,
Nate, and letting shit die
So why do you insist
on being that true?
Knowing good and goddamn
well you're soft as a fruit
Max drive black with
elbows and bows
An d pimps pimp bitches and
don't fuck they hoes
And real hustlers gotta get it,
no matter the cost
Cause, uh, money talks and,
uh, bullshit walks
So back the fuck up with the fuck
Cause you're stuck,
you wanna get bucked
Then bring it on, nigga,
you'll get your ass trucked
Because you're way too
short to be a banger
And way too small to fuck around
with this cliffhanger
Take it from a big banker
You ain't shit, you punk bitch
But a punk -ass studio gangster
Studio gangster
Lay -la -na -na -na -na -na -na -na -na
-na -na -na -na -na -na
Bang, bang, bang, bang
That's all I'm hearing on
these niggas' shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Good shot, shot, pow, pow, pow
You're al ways grabbing your
Glock
You're always reaching for your 9
You always pullin' out your
AK -47, nigga
Pull out this
AK -47, you punk -ass motherfucker
AK -47 is dick in your mouth, bitch
Uh, and I'm kickin' some real
-ass motherfuckin' shit
Tellin' you how it is, motherfucker
You wanna do a drive -by, bitch?
Come on out there, and do a drive -by,
you punk motherfucker
5th Ward Boyz 
