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@Jovana
72228
You say you a gangsta, that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you done
I do it all myself, I ain't gettin' help
From no one, from no one
Yeah, I'm young, twenty-one, living in a crazy world
But I know the difference between a man and a herb
You frontin' like you got it, claim they hittin' on your wallet
Gucci tellin' you the time and you watch it
Now I ain't stuntin' like my daddy, he's livin' with my grammie
Used to be a big baller, he's survivin' off of gamblin
But I love 'im, he's my daddy, yeah, I love 'im, he's my daddy
Put 'im in a big house before I ever see a Grammy
And my mommy started working days at the church
Findin' faith in god 'cause the real world hurts
So much evil lurks, they just make us work
But we can't find work
Abeula, mami, and the girls, in a one-bedroom
South beach lifestyle, they just payin' for the view
Mommy on the couch since she was forty-two
Sacrificing for the kids, 'cause that's what mommies do
So I smoke my spliff, I spliff it hard
Candy says to stop, my voice is gettin' too harsh
So I sobered up, and my thoughts they rush
And now I think of you behind bars
Cross state lines, they spliffin' good
In Miami you catch a charge
And the whole family tears apart
You say you a gangsta, that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you done
I do it all myself, I ain't gettin' help
From no one, from no one
You say you a gangsta, that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you done
I do it all myself, I ain't gettin' help
From no one, from no one
And this recession's so depressin'
My parents don't stop stressin'
Just hopin' I learned all they lessons
And I'm payin' for this session
I'm payin' for this session
And I'm payin' rent, food, clothes, phone, Christmas presents
Six shots in, I'm just countin' all my blessings
No days off, baby, I ain't restin'
I told my sins, now I'm done confessin'
You say you a gangsta, but that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you done
I do it all myself, I ain't gettin' help
From no one, from no one
You say you a gangsta, but that don't impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain't seen a thing you done
I do it all myself, I ain't gettin' help
From no one, from no one
On the way to the top, I make with what I got
You want my number, baby, I'm on a mission, catch up
Men sellin' love like thieves
But when the girlie leaves, he'll start flirtin' with me
So I took my heart off my sleeve
Never trust a man 'cause they all hungry
Yeah, they all hungry
Never trust a man 'cause they all hungry
Right when you thought you had me
Baby, you just lost someone
Finally got over you, baby, time to move on
Never learned your lesson, ain't even gonna question
Why it went so wrong
Right when you thought you had me
Baby, you just lost someone
Finally got over you, baby, time to move on
Never learned your lesson, ain't even gonna question
Why it went so wrong
You say you a gangster, that don't impress me none
You say you a gangster, ain't seen a thing you done
26
@Anahera
23152
14
@Anush
8052
15
@Joanna
3864
Gwallaz, 4 Caana, liff up (yuh know wi deyah enuh dawg)
Double A (Common Sense)
Number 10
Mmm, yeah di gangsta dem deyah
Dem deyah (yow Stagga)
Dem deyah (Brawla)
Gwallaz deyah
Tell mi a weh di fuck dem know bout gangsta
Tax wi collect, wi nuh beg bwoy sponsor
All a mi tings affi new like Hamshire
And every gyal affi hotta dan 'Lanta
And addi grimey side wi response fah
Nuh time pon earth wi neva yet get pampa'
Matter a fact mummy neva use pampas
Nine to four she a pin it up
When yuh si Gwallaz
Yow yute know a who you a diss
Mi will mek unuh run up and dung like a fool inna dis
Rifle pebble fly right through, it nuh miss
I love mi guns dem all when mi buy dem kriss
Try follow di dawg all wen him gone piss
And doh lock yuh yiy when yuh and yuh gyal a kiss
If yuh did waah feel safe guh live inna chest
And doh put nuh password pon it
Two, three, a weh di fuck dem know bout Eastsyde
Rockfort weh mi grow when mi 'bout knee height
If mi nuh guh back a mi city mi nuh feel right
Couple car, a couple Buga', couple big bike ready
Light up di place like self light stove
All we need a likkle cheddar and everything nice
Wi and di killa dem deh one side a build vibes
Yuh know our style
Cyaa' smoke if mi doh si nuh weed
Nuh feel safe if mi doh have a gun
Yow gyal affi deh inna di dance
And anyweh wi deh cah wi nah guh have fun
Swag Dog know him a mi family
War time mek wi thicker than blood
Xtreme deh deh before mi bad
Mi nuh fraid fi tell none a mi dawg dem how mi love dem
Yow dawg
Wi been bad, wi still bad like England
Have old gun some new one, some Ingram
A badness, yuh talk less yuh live long
One inna di head enuh
Hustle hard cah mommy want a bigger house
Millions fi mek a dat mi affi figure out
If yuh follow dem, dem mek yuh heart fulla doubt
Nah stop till every dawg have a bigger couch
Remind mi a weh di fuck dem know bout gangsta
Tax wi collect, wi nuh beg bwoy sponsor
All a mi tings affi new like Hamshire
And every gyal affi hotta dan 'Lanta
And addi grimey side wi response fah
Nuh time pon earth wi neva yet get pampa'
Matter a fact mummy neva use pampas
Nine to four, she a pin it up
When yuh si Gwallaz
Pussyhole know a who you a diss
Mi will mek unuh run up and dung like a fool inna dis
Rifle pebble fly right through, it nuh miss
I love mi guns dem all when mi buy dem criss
Try follow di dawg all wen him gone piss
And doh lock yuh eye when yuh and yuh gyal a kiss
If yuh did want feel safe den guh live inna chest
And doh put nuh password pon it
A weh di fuck dem know bout gangsta (yute)
26
@Anastasija
3773
Hello, hello?
Fuck rap, my daddy a gangster
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, we
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, groove
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Q
Figg Side (They want that gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
What it do, young niggas? What it do, young bitches?
I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no Swishers
And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm famous
What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I made it
When I was broke, I got me that nine
With my nine, I hit me that lick
And then with that lick, it came with that yola
With that yola, it came with your bitch
And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that corner
I don't care if that hoe got pneumonia
Give me racks and you won't get a quota
She don't run game, I'm the only controller
So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over here
And I put that shit on Vers, nigga
I be checking ass all on the curb, nigga
You could tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga
What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly
(Yay-yay) My grandma showed me my first strap
My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap
Real niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply
And shit, come around my town you clown, that's suicide
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, we
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, groove
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Q
Figg Side (They want that gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
My momma said don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack
Gangbanger that street jack
Always trying to figure where the beef at
Knock-knock, your brain on the doormat
Bitch nigga, what you call that?
We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me
Nigga look, it's right here, bulldog bark, you could die right here
Real gangsta niggas don't have no fear
Real niggas never tattoo their tears
Hopping out of vans, disturbing your plans
All hoodied up, no Wu-Tang Clan
Three J's letting off through that Aryan
Call that bitch 3 for 10
I'm fucking up the streets again
Tags on the toes all amongst your friends
Let the barrell spin, get blended in, embrace the funk
Groovy as I'm running through your system
Seem like you only target Hindu victims
Red dot, chicken pox type symptoms
Sad day, had his whole family sickened
Trying to state the facts
We don't care if he elect you black, we got a strap
Gangsta shit, she with me if I'm broke or rich, I got a bitch
Ain't sober, kush odor, kush soda's, crip stoner
Real soldier, head off shoulders, makeover
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, we
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, groove
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, Q
Figg Side! (They want that gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, uh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)
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@Nour
1714
It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-A-N-G-S-T-A (Y'all know)
I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed and coca
For the hustlers, for the customers, nigga trust the buzz
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (Woo, hah!)
They love me just because
I'm in the Gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta shit
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and ho-hounders
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up, glistenin chrome, burning green like "what's good?"
It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-A-N-G-S-T-A (Y'all know)
God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'
It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like the Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag, bitch!
It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-A-N-G-S-T-A (Y'all know)
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute like Shyne
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine
But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh no thank ya, I earned my keep
My name'll get you coke, weed, and burners cheap
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo I told y'all from the start
And now (Y'all know)
Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
(It's a gangsta party)
It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
That's how it be and it's gon' say (Y'all know)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC (Y'all know)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-A-N-G-S-T-A (Y'all know)
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@Miriam
1246
Uh-oh
You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It's body counts around this b- and you ain't got one
On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun
And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one
They be like "Damn, homie," yeah
They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?
What the f- wrong with you dudes?
I got this stick in my sweater
Play with glicky, no jammin'
Throw on my hoodie, no cameras
I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones
I get your big dawg beheaded
Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin'
Landlord on the necklace
I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing
Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah
I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F- I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up
My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Cherry clan, we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
I got milli's on milli's
Haha to the bank like it's silly
This P-hat don't stand for Philly
This sh- Piru, do you feel me?
This sh- forever, it's with me
Slime business, it's sticky
My life a movie, need Emmy's
I slide with it on me, don't tempt me
I got a problem, I know it
And I ain't 'fraid to show it
I sip the drank like it's water
I f- her raw, I be h-
My true colors be showin'
That sh- red, it be glowin'
You hardly hood, you ain't gangster
B-, your hood disown you (uh-oh)
You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh-
My n- in the street, they spark that sh-
The loudest man in the room get off
When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh-
You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh-
Or the P or the B, you know fall for it
The game don't know you, you soft as sh-
Take his chain, f- his b-
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b-
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b-
Spit on the d-, toot it up from the back
Beat your a-, yeah, I taught that b-
I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b-
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a n- chain, I'ma have to spark this b-
I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F- I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up
My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Cherry clan, we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
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@Kristina
782
I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do
I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue
I'm built for it, all the abuse
I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows
I'm good on, that pussy shit
I don't want, what I can get
I want someone, with secrets
That nobody, nobody, nobody knows
I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do
My freakness is on the loose
And running, all over you
Please take me to places, that nobody, nobody knows
You got me hooked up on the feeling
You got me hanging from the ceiling
Got me up so high I'm barely breathing
So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go
I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do
30
@Raghed
399
30
@Harvey
316
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Glizzock
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, straight up gangsta (yeah), nigga you ain't nothin' but a wanksta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (bah)
When you really gettin' money, sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
These niggas say they gettin' money, well, shit, same here (yeah)
I be poppin' shit, man, always poppin' shit, yeah
I was playin' with Hot Wheels, but now I got that shit for real
Take you to the block they like, "Glock, how you quit that shit again?"
Ballin' on these niggas, I got skills (swish)
Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, gang keep tellin' me to chill (chill)
Yeah, got lil' baby ringin', she impatient at the crib (yeah)
I've been ballin' lately, it look like I signed a deal (phew-phew-phew) (yeah)
Baby, come with Glock (Glock) and don't forget the B (B)
If I ain't got my Glock with me, F&N on my hip (F&N) (bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah
I got a flooded Rollie, and it's hard to tell the time (yeah)
Still can't play with no bitch, I can't waste no time (yeah)
I've been gettin' money, money always on my mind
Yeah, I'm all about the dollar, all I see is dollar signs
Straight up gangsta, nigga, you ain't nothin' but a wanksta (yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (bah)
When you really gettin' money, sometimes shit get dangerous (really)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
Straight up gangsta, nigga you ain't nothin' but a wanksta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah, yeah, yeah) (yeah)
When you really gettin' money, sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
Lame as fuck, man, I swear to God, they ain't same as us
I'm flamed up, I smoke your ass and turn you to some angel dust (ayy)
30 chains on my neck, this shit hurt, gettin' tangled up
These niggas wanna be like gang, but shit, they can hang it up (yeah) (yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up) (yeah-yeah-yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up) (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ayy, these niggas ain't my kind
Yeah, they ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind (yeah)
And these bitches love the way I shine (yeah)
If she a real bad bitch, I'm finna break her spine
Ayy, I got money in the bank, and I got money on my mind
Ayy, I be strapped every day, shit, I'm strapped right now (bah, bah)
Nigga, I'm a gangsta (yeah), nigga, you ain't nothin' but a wanksta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah)
When you really gettin' money, sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta? (The fuck?)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah) (yeah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah) (yeah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah
Yeah-yeah, these niggas ain't my kind (uh-huh)
Yeah-yeah, these niggas ain't my kind (uh-huh)
Yeah-yeah, these niggas ain't my kin (uh)
Ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind (ayy)
Straight up gangsta (straight up gangsta)
Yeah (yeah)
30
@Nehir
181
Pro-pro-professor
Oh, oh, oh
Capitaine, capitaine, capitaine
Ils sont bons qu'à mi-dor, nous on bosse, liasses épaisses, faut qu'j'rajoute des élastiques
Et j'deviens beaucoup moins sensible, le cœur glacé d'un marcheur blanc
On te trahi pour du liquide, c'est comme ça ici, si, si
Vie de voyou, grandis dehors, près des halls crades où ça bibi la ppe-fra, han
"Tou-rou-tou-tou" si tu payes pas
J't'envoie un shooter qui fait bien son boulot, han (double bang)
De toute façon, j'peux plus reculer, avec mon gang, on va le faire au culot, han
Ça sent le flouze quand je bouge (ça sent le flouze quand je bouge)
On parle peu, on fait les choses (on parle peu, on fait les choses)
T'es bon qu'à parler dans mon dos mais tellement qu't'es pas vrai
Tu m'souris à la gueule (souris à la gueule)
Sous la doudoune, j'ai le gun (badaboum, badaboum)
Chez nous, c'est tout pour la gagne (gagne)
Il faut coffrer, mettre sur le côté parce que ça dure qu'un temps
Après on s'barre de là (après, on s'barre de là)
Gangsta pour de vrai, gang (gum), gang, gang
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
J'peux t'tirer dessus pour mes reufrés (t'tirer dessus pour mes reufrés)
J'peux tout donner pour mes reufrés (tout donner pour mes reufrés)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Et l'argent va pas nous faire changer (et l'argent va pas nous faire changer)
Dans la street, il n'y a pas de plan B (dans la street, il n'y a pas de plan B)
C'est toujours les mêmes qui viennent recharger (qui viennent recharger)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai
Tragédie sur tragédie, on prie Dieu pour avancer la tête haute
L'argent va pas nous faire gé-chan mais si tu fais un faux pas, tu sautes
J'ai les clés de la zone, les microbes ont grandi, veulent tout le gâteau (veulent tout le gâteau)
La violence est gratuite
Impressionnant comme un ient-cli qui s'gratte (badaboum, badaboum)
Nos bâtiments qui puent la beuh, on va rien garder ici-bas
Le bruit des bécanes, le gyro' des condés, les mandats, les mythos d'la té-ci, on t'connaît
On va les ken, on va s'casser aussitôt, "bang, bang" si tu croyais qu'on jouait
Dans nos ghettos parisiens, c'est pas la joie, "bang, bang" si tu croyais qu'on jouait
Dans nos ghettos parisiens, c'est pas la joie (nan, nan, nan)
J'peux tout donner pour le gang, gang (j'peux tout donner pour le gang, gang)
T'es avec ou contre nous, c'est ça l'thème (t'es avec ou contre nous, c'est ça l'thème)
Quand elle suce sans les dents, c'est ça qu'j'aime
(Quand elle suce sans les dents, c'est ça qu'j'aime)
T'es avec ou contre nous, c'est ça l'thème
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
J'peux t'tirer dessus pour mes reufrés (t'tirer dessus pour mes reufrés)
J'peux tout donner pour mes reufrés (tout donner pour mes reufrés)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Et l'argent va pas nous faire changer (et l'argent va pas nous faire changer)
Dans la street, il n'y a pas de plan B (dans la street, il n'y a pas de plan B)
C'est toujours les mêmes qui viennent recharger (qui viennent recharger)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Gangsta pour de vrai (gangsta pour de vrai)
Yeah, yeah
Capitaine, capitaine, capitaine
Professor
Tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-tou-touah
Gangsta pour de vrai
Gangsta pour de vrai
Gangsta pour de vrai
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@Ida
116
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me like.
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
[Chorus: children singing]
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains
And pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following.
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it
[Chorus]
