He's a Gangsta

He's a he's a he he's a gangsta

Funkmaster like Flex heavy metal remedy (BLAHOO)

Knock ya out'cha socks put'chu out your misery (OWH)

Homicide try'na holla they wanna question me {"we need to talk to you"}

Cause I'm always into beef and smoke broccoli I do my dirt by my lonely I ain't tellin' on me

I keep my mouth shut like James Beasley and Lil D, solid

Find me guilty I do my time even if I'm sixty

Long as I get out with my pride and my fuckin' dignity

Real, born in it surrounded killers, dealers and robbers

Mommas identifying bodies in they pajamas (that's my baby)

Teenagers packing and riding 'round with them llamas (rah rah)

Squeezing on niggas like anacondas (bah)

I'll put tips on a nigga we can fade and we can locked up like this

Or we can get off into some of that old shoot-em-up bang-bang gangsta shit (Blaoo)

Most of the time it's over a bitch when the funk spark

This dog gotta bite that'll back up his bark

BITCH!

Yeah, broad daylight or midnight he'll air this muthafucka out

(He's a gangsta)

We don't buddy up we dummy up

One squeeze'll bring a nigga to his knees

(He's a gangsta)

You didn't know, we got fireworks we'll come through and grand finale yo block

(He's a gangsta)

If we cross paths or bump heads, it ain't on on sight it's on demand

(He's a gangsta)

Black mobs, beaver minks and black Glocks

Kim Cole hard bottoms nigga with no socks

This gangsta in it dawg nah ain't got candy paint

I beat it my cases with cash my nigga no running

My heart pump no fear to a nobody

You drive by material black Maserati

One nigga, one black mack, four black bodies

Giving niggas scared play homie like Greg Woolley

And I ain't into playing no checkers with'chu lil niggas

Homie I knock down pines and fuck over rooks

I got gangstas from that lil D ear shook

I catch ya digging in ya nose and life can get tooks

Niggas never seen a Canali suit

Show I showed em one and double so let'cha know I'm coppin' mo than one

When I'm yanking on sumthin' I'm poppin' mo than one

If I see ya ass and give ya a pass then ya owe me one

Err place I show up I got the pistol trippin'

All my niggas feel safe when I'm in the building

Make a nigga feel raped when I slap his melon

With the ass of the cannon spot get ready

By a hyenas

Harder than life a level for we dine divas

Tech cool with ya sickness of swine netter

Never heard a tech cause these fakers a prime-retta

Fresh up outta Tina's back in the crime bidness

Keep my lawyer paid cause she is a damn genius

Keep my niggas paid to murder the star witness

Never saw a reign when niggas is start snitching

But part of the game is death so now it's just more killing

Selling up a pack to send in him to a fella

Who slit his fuckin neck fore he think about telling

Eight a thousand years like a Gladys Knight breakfast and I'm in the lobby fear cause

He's a he's a he he's a gangsta [x8]