If I Could Then I Would

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