Lyrics:
the pleasure or else you can give me the pain
I'm a gangsta, I spit fire right down flames
You shoot in the air, for me I point the aim at your brain
I'm trying
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (you know)
Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer
But I love
American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
Im just a American gangsta, U.S hustla
Home of the brave and in god we trust
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Motha fuckaz can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know my stiiz
Jot
ya hair turn gray
let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
see we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
get it all in her, lean down whisper, "Is you gon' cum for me?"
She was faithful 'til she met a gangsta, I brought her habits back
Standin' over yo
with hell of heat exposed
The S.C. script have a design to serve anydody
Yeah, West Coast is more feared than John Gotti
Chorus...
So what you gon' do
Up out of there
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ahh shit
You've done fucked up now
the rest be silicone
To each is own, beats keep it authentic
Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick!
[Irv Gotti: talking (Vita)]
Yeah that's right Gangsta
man couldn't see a thing it was bright as atomic bombs
Then he heard a voice what's up with all the persecution
Yo my name J and you don't know just
when it comes to being gangsta's to they selves.
They want to be Corleone, Luigi or Gambino or Gotti
Or whatever the fuck that is, who people don't even
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
a brick if you down and tapped out
A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa'
Don't
(Uh hahaha)
Huh (yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
How you like it, though?
He's a shotta (yeah)
He's a robber (yeah)
He's a trapper
what you done heard 'bout Atlanta
We finna break the standards, rubber bands instead of platinum
I'm a hustler, not a rapper
We gangstas, y'all some
the 9 (The 9)
You cannot step with the guys (With the guys)
Try to step, leave yo' ass in the sky
(In the sky)
I like to flex when I'm fried (Fried)
Try
a gangsta!
All the chicks waivin' hi when you ridin by
God damn playa I love being a gangsta!
And when you roll they all want to roll
God damn playa I love
caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell
She's a gangsta
You know she would
Try to hide it by looking good
Roll behind you're back she could and stood a female
Hood
She's the pretty in
ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate
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