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Yeah
Nigga, gangsta shit
See what a nigga gotta realize is
That a nigga really don't like doin' what he do
But fast cash
Is more addictin' than crack itself
Ya feel me?
See if I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
All I do is gangsta shit
Store the work, grab the fork, spank the brick
All I do is hit stangs and licks
Push cocaine and whip
I'm off the chain like a dangerous pit
So you know the Fatback gon' stuff his face
Beat the block non-stop 'til I bust my safe
All these rappers telling lies, mane fuck these fakes
You can tell by my style I done tossed some weight
Ask these boys from the Broward, make my bread from butter
And I'm married to the streets like I wed the gutter
Hit I-ten with a hand on the muffler
May a nigga drop dead if he ever say that I ain't a hustler
Dear Lord have mercy (Mercy)
I'm a greedy motherfucker and I'm thirsty (Thirsty)
I got the Devil on my back and he done cursed me (Cursed me)
I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me (Hurts me)
Somebody help me
If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta, If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
You can catch me slippin' on my Gucci slippers at four in the morn'
'Cause my dawg need four of them zones
Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone
Brain wavers, mack figures 'bout to go in the zone
Knowin' it's on
My competition, see they puzzled and lost
I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling soft
Talk down you better muzzle your mouth
'Fore I run in your house
And fuck around and put a gun in your mouth
What a stunna's about
Choosin' runners who can run a good route
And feed 'em the rock
And let 'em know what money's about
'Cause all I know is getting cash in a flash
Piss me off, I get a Mac in a mask
Knock a nigga door down and tell that nigga put his stacks in a bag
And don't flinch, my reactions are bad
I'm attracted to cash
But if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag
My Mac in the trash
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the lab
If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
It's the gangster straight out the gutter way ahead of my time
With the heart of a hustler and a predator's mind
I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth
I'm the thug of the South
Steppin' on work like a rug in your house
My fans scream as I dream of havin' sold out shows
But I wake up payin' bills out my pored out bowl
Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty
Determined niggas bluff they turkeys
And if you're burned nigga your trust ain't worthy
What you know 'bout gettin' your mail with a digital scale
And droppin' one and droppin' one while you're shittin' in jail
I'm just as savage 'bout my cabbage, puffin' pounds of lettuce
'Cause my life is rough around the edges
That's why I peep game through the frames on the bridge of my nose
While whippin' a brick on my stove in my slippers and robe
And my last zone's gone before I slip on my clothes
If I could then I would stick my dick on the globe
Fuck the world
If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta If I could then I would
Stop slangin' 'caine, 'cause I know that I should
But every time I try it's like I'm back in the hood
And every time I sleep I dream of 'lacs filled with wood
I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta
I can't help it
I'm a Bray Block motherfuckin' gangsta
I can't help it
I'm a Southwest motherfuckin' gangsta
I can't help it
I'm a H-Town motherfuckin' gangsta
We can't help it
We some bar none motherfuckin' gangstas