Lyrics:
Bangin' that gangsta music
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gon' make me lose it
Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah
For life,
, Gangsta!
Hopin' you sophisticated motherfuckers
Hear what I have to say
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggas start
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
back
Remember im that young nigga
That put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only five duices
Mix that moet, white star, with them orange juices
I
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
and, drive-by shootin?
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
I do it all for the cash,
"Goddamn," 'cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
nigga don't believe what these niggas tell you man
I try to tell you partner
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't
nigga don't believe what these niggas tell you man
I try to tell you partner
[Chorus]
These niggas ain't cool what they rap about
These niggas ain't
[Chorus]
I can say what I want to say ain't nohin' to it gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a nigga ain't nothin' to it gangsta rap made me do it
I
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
the mat out
So we going to get down like this
Yeah
Now if I ain't a gangsta, then who is? You is?
Truth is, you ain't, I am, who this clown ass nigga?
I'm
is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about
is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about
niggas, Rap-A-Lot mob
Salute to the president and
I don't mean Barack
Fire up the sticky, let the champagne pop
And the big thick yellows to
They knees best
Uh huh, oh, y'all niggas killers now?
(What the fuck?) Oh word?
Catch you comin' out your fuckin crib
Half-ass nigga, rap frontin' nigga so butt
out)
Niggas lose they life, hear as nature
And niggas die when, tryin', I'm gangsta, niggas
Straight pussy, I can smell that shit
There's only one
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
got da whole block sewed up
E'erybody smokin' me, cush nigga roll up
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn
Chorus] - 2X
And you don't quit
Ride to the rhythm of some gangsta shit
And you don't stop
(*two gun shots*) nigga what? nigga huh?
[Loon]
Uh, yeah, Loon
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
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