It's that muthafuckin' gangsta nigga,
that be bankin' nigga
Shit, thank a nigga
for bringin' a hyphy hard shit
That makes you wanna bang a nigga
EPA got a gang of niggas that rock real
With hair -bred trigger
reaction for cold steel
So what you want with a
thick crew?
Ain't none of the fools ill
They soft as buttered cornbread
with a home -cooked meal
Run up on M -1's and blood gon' spill
Vestonachi gon' catch hot,
yo shit is gon' get drilled
We fade niggas like bleach,
bein' put to color clothes
Weaken up yo' fabric
and start tearin' hoes
We hit like airplanes hit runways,
rapid -fire gun spray
Burying niggas like Mount Vesuvius
did Pompeii
Nigga, this West Bay
life is real thugged out
In these hollow pointin' hot ones,
peel plugs out
Don't make me pull the garden block,
PLR mug out
And bring all my motherfuckin'
SNL robes out
Oh, y 'all some gangstas, nigga?
Well, I'm a gangsta, bitch
Block -pockin' shite -sty bitch
Never trust this bitch
A shady bitch when it comes
to gettin' rich
Fuck around and have your ass
up on some other shit
Flippin' hoes to like and dike
Turnin' niggas to butt
-fuckin' nymphos
Whatever is beneficial to makin' my dough
Run through your pockets,
have you tremblin' or shakin' knees
But if you flinch, I'ma bust it
Hold your posh, a nigga freaks
Money on my niggas is what
I preach
To younger bitches, I re cruit
Fuck fallin' in love, bitch,
be about your loot
Break a nigga for the loot
Slap a bitch about your loot
And if anybody wanna test your titties
Cop that shit and shoot,
that's gangsta
Gangsta Gangsta
We so motherfuckin'
Gangsta
Gangsta
We so motherfuckin' Gangsta
Gangsta Gangsta
Love niggas and not the gangsta
Prozac be that nigga who
be punkin' you fools
Sellin' dope in the classroom,
the youngest nigga smokin' cool
Thug nigga, without the gold tooth
and the tattoo on the neck
Sneaky nigga, quick to set you up
and go up in your bitch
Watch the beady eyes,
because the eyes don't lie
I'm lookin' at your broad thighs,
I wanna hit that brown eye
Gimme change for that dollar, baby
Don't hurt that face, baby
Pull it out and holla, baby
I'll rob your place, baby
I fuck with niggas makin' mafia moves
Type of killers that be popular, dude
Send a kid known to cock it and pull it
Thug bread, niggas rappin' the west
A young player at his best,
pull a bitch by the second of next
From creative to crash, we make moves
Turn a bitch into a hustle,
she known to break fools
I'm an automatic money getaway
Ain't a product, it ain't shit in my name
Case a nigga get caught up,
or my spot get shot up
Funkin' over with half king of rocker
Vicious as killer pitch when they lock up
If ain't a nigga that I hit in the chest
that ever got up
Y rollin' out the vest to protect,
but nah, not us
Money to make, bitches to break,
when we splittin' the cash
Rip a snake when these niggas is fake
If we gotta see the fire,
you gon' see hell first
Cause I'm too busy doing dirt,
when we hit em it hurt
Gangsta, Gangsta
We so motherfuckin' Gangsta,
Gangsta
We so motherfuckin' Gangsta,
Gangsta
Gangsta, Gangsta
Nig gas know I'm high gloss,
like the paint on my walls
Loose motherfuckin' fit
like the strap on old drawers
Predator, Papoose relation, M1 crew
And my real thug niggas
know what the Dallas squad do
Keep it a treat past the pistol
if you're too scared to bust
And come up in the corner
like a nigga that got stuck
Now what the fuck you lookin' at?
A ball -headed black
that grew from the cracks of the
concrete
Through the crib to the track
Split a nigga's skullcap,
I'll kill a click contact
And keep a pocket full of dough
so I can kill a contract
See me smashin' through your hood
like a runaway train
You better step off the block,
I'm hittin' right where you came
Shot deep, I proof -react,
give a fuck about rap
Cause niggas that will fall to the face
after they shot and they back
Got me flashin' from all the statics,
see hatin ''s a bad habit
Pass the automatic and ship you to Satan,
close casket
Mission is critical,
everything I'm spittin' is hittin' you
Liftin' you like levitation device,
just when the pistol blow,
makin' it miserable
You can't slang in the zone,
bang to the dome
Then I'm on thangs with the chrome,
changin' my home to a mini -mansion
Then I'm really lappin',
keep 50 cannons and armory
so I can land one
I like drivin' fancy -ass automobiles,
then pull the panties off a chicken
Cause I gotta be real, cop me some steel
And the money mass in the duffel bag
Hit the gas, I had a hunch
he was clutching the cash
CPA niggas is no for straight,
bleeding blocks
Reading the cop come back,
now we squeezing the rock
Easing the block in the drop top
Flipping the bird,
didn't give a chance when I
was broke
So now she kicked in the curb,
won't let her put her dirty lips on my herb
If you ain't sucking the fucking,
raise up cause you gon'
fuck up my perv
Gangsta, Gangsta,
Gangsta, Gangsta
We so motherfuckin' gangsta
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta
