Gangsta

We represent it to the fullest

Keep it gangsta mang

You know them niggas from the dirty

Do them gangsta thangs

Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck

They smokin good

With that crocodile touchin they butt

Call it what'chu want

I do it with the best

Spit it how I live it

Fat Boy, he dange-ress

Watch what'cha say

My squad don't play

My hood like Viagra

Make you hard all day

Don't talk about it, be

About it like a G

I pop it like a Ruger

Semi-automatically

Ya girlfriend love it

She tell me when I see her

She hate'chu like you hate me

I rock it like Aaliyah

Back and forth, up and down

Harder, and deeper

She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and beeper

A regular nigga with makin money on my mind

A young street hustla

Always on the grind

See me when ya see me

Never know when I be pullin up

Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American truck

That's me with the clouds comin out the roof

On the street or in the booth, yo

Grand Hustle!

T.I.P!

Let's go!

Ohhh!

Aye nigga

Call it what'chu want

I give it to ya real

Spit it how I live it pimp

It is what it is

They can't kick it where I kick it

They ain't live how I live

Ain't just another run of the mill rapper with a deal

Wanna push my buttons?

Tryin'a test my limits?

Been in shoot-outs

But thanks to my vest, I'm livin

All these so called villains

Who act like women

Really make me sick

Don't make me stick this

Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo slip

Un-load this clip

Til' the gun go "click! "

Niggas wanna try Tip

I'm a do him like this

Paint a picture, draw a Chopper

And erase his clique

Send some niggas to ya house

That'cha didn't invite

Do some thangs to ya wife

That'll damage ya life

I don't think you can imagine

What that's bout to be like

Instead of bitchin all the time

Ya should be tryin to do right

Put a slug in ya mug

Make ya piss in ya shorts

Have ya mama at the wake

Cryin, kissin ya corpse

Yeah, I know the ice is shining

I'm a glisten, of course

And y'all niggas still whining

Like some bitches and whores

I ain't gon' stop grindin

Until I see my pitch and fork

No, I'm a be richer than you

My pops was richer than yours

It's extradition

I know y'all niggas wishin me dead

But I keep it pimpin instead

Get this shit in ya head

Call it what'chu want

Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol' truck

I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!)

I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me f**k!? "

She said "When you put some 23's on ya truck"

So I flipped me a brick in a couple of days

I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of Jay's

And don't jack!

Cause you will catch a couple of strays

Cause me, Ball, and T.I.

Pack a couple of K's

Cause we some gangstas

And you a motherf**kin wanksta

Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come shank ya

Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones"

You know I'm ridin dirty

Talkin' on my Sprint phone

My paint dubbed two-tone

I'm sittin on Lorenz'

Cause down in Texas

We roll twenty-twen' twens

And we, bang Screw (Bang Screw)

And sip that purple

Nigga, we straight from the streets

You too commercial, nigga

Call it what'chu want