Gangstas

Rock this mic

Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke

Eazy E, Wiz, Block E-N-T

Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, Lets Go

From the A all the way to Compton

They say the new N-W-A is coming

Keep your basses bumping

Stay away from who fake & fronting

Try and play me, I'mma take your face to thumping

I'm a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothing

And only play games in the A or Compton

Hop by the box Chevy murder any man standing

Its more than the hood, E, tell em where its standing

I got beat for the street to the beach I'll be rolling

Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding

Girls in the daisies drive Eazy crazy

Rolled up my windows as I turned on my A-C

Rolling down Crenshaw see the hoes jocking

Sunday nights popping, See the foes hopping

My stereo's bumping that A-T-L funk

You can call it what ya want, either way that shit bumps

Being a gangsta is so neat yeah

Gangsta Beat 4 The Street

All this gutter gutter, pulled up with it

This just the beginning so don't fuck with us

Being a gangsta is so neat yeah

Gangsta Beat 4 The Street

Them boyz in the hood will keep your heart

Come talking that trash and we'll pull your car

I'm in the 6-4 5th, bitch strapped, no roof

The Snowman pimp, bitch shoes on the coupe

Stepped in 100 deep, deep, blew a few bucks

G'd up a pair of black strings in the chucks

My wrist so rocky and my neck so bright

My stones change colors like a disco light

Whole team strapped up, let a nigga trip

Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip

From the south to west, I stay in a vest

Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest

Let you trip, you disrespect, you get checked

More direct, you end up with a hole in your neck

I must confess theres got to be something in the water

Cause every year I age, i gets harder and harder

Got a team of cutthroats, niggaz with hood hoes

Trying to cope slum dough, whenever the guns blow

Yeah, I'm cruising down the street in my L-A-C

Blowing good kenwood, bumping Eazy e

We them boyz in the hood, in the hood I be

We out the fryer, freaking all the g's

I got paint to sniff, for all the J's I got thanks for you

If crime pays, we looking for a gangsta lean

You bad niggaz better tang your lip

You gonna fuck around and get in some gangsta shit

All black boys with them toys four deep

Tote heat, four speed, grow tree, in a spokes ??

So, niggaz don't want beef

Nigga run up on the corner, match a barrel through his teeth

Four foot celebrate, Fifth all kinda ways

Oh he ain't gotta say he think he gonna get away

Toting that thang, I'm d-cap that-a-way

The punk went that-a-way, The punk went that-a-way