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Bustas, they step in the club
Get drunk and wanna fight and start lettin' the pistols rub
Trick ass niggas always wanna trip
Ego trippin' off themselves cause they stackin' a grip
But all playas don't do that shit, playas relax
Throw your hands in the air if you claimin' gangsta mack
To be exact, I'm kickin' the facts
Over 2000 club killings per year and they all black
And that's fucked up G
But just listen to your brother Southpark psycho nigga N.I.P
Tells the truth, niggas act like scrubs
But if everybody chill nobody dies at the club
Do the gangstas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!)
Gangsta bitches run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!)
Saturday night, the club is hot
Packed full of bitches, I'm scopin' one my type
Fine thick ass bitch there she go
"What's your name?" "Gangsta NIP"
"Aren't you the psycho?"
So I click into baby mode, kind of mushy
A couple of words I had my finger in her pussy
Damn it's time to break, Mr. NIP won't bend
As I'm walkin' out the door my other bitch steps in
Talkin' that shit, so she straight up slaps the trick
.380 In her purse, she wanted to cap the trick
I got busted but that's one less scrub
Outside y'all can fight but hoes chill in the club
Do the gangstas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!)
Gangsta bitches run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah!)
If everybody chill, nobody gets killed
If everybody chill, nobody gets killed
If everybody chill, nobody gets killed
If everybody chill, nobody gets killed
People pay they money to chill and dance
They didn't come to see a fight or shootin' or an ambulance
Packin' a nigga up, trick that ain't cool
Y'all need to stop trippin' and it's revolution time fool
Ass nigga, groove to the beat
Drink you a beer fool, smoke you a swisher sweet
Pull a bitch, bitch pull a nigga
Slow dance, grab her ass, grab his dick, fuck pullin' the trigger
Yeah, now Gangsta NIP's on the mic