Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(this ya boy yo gotti) Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(gangsta) Yeah, you put on ya gangsta image nigga but you know you aint gangsta(gangsta) You can fool yaself nigga but the fact still remains you niggas just aint gangsta(gangsta)
Chorus: You got ya braids to the back(you gangsta rite) Sold ya rags get some tags(you gangsta rite) So you roll wit a clique(you gangsta rite) Claim you dont date no shit(you gangsta rite) I see you got ya golds in ya mouth(you gangsta rite) But them niggas shot up ya house(you gangsta rite) I know you aint gonna go like that(cuz you gangsta rite) you gangsta rite(rite), you gangsta rite(rite) You gangsta get real.
All you animated put togther Popeye thugs need to hit cha spend it fo ya try to step to me cuz aint yosamite sam nor elmer fud Got a mold bird pump and it filled with slugs hit ya hunni in tha mouth you ran thats how tha cookie crumble Damn im too fast you remind me of the Warner Brothers you aint gon kill nutthin or let nutthin die be tha first to testify to tha LBI Yo Gotti got guns we aint seen before AR 15's red beams and scopes ya moms house got sprayed and ya mans got hit you was all on a dinner date trickin to a bitch
Yeen shot nobody yeen sold no O's yeen been on a mission kicked down no doors yeen pimped no bitches yeen with no riches yeen cut a nigga head made em go get stiches yeen bout yo skrilla and you sho aint a boss you aint help young niggas you cant seen no cross you with ya ho romantic i make ya petty Im tha mild cold deala like shootin that cannon and ya bitch can get it to so get a taft none gangsta why tha fuck you run wit a gun Real niggas dont press charges what tha fuck you doin you on tha stand pointin fingers at peliminary hear me vs the state and you was the victim thought you said you was a solja you runnin with killas yeah tha truth hurts nigga but im more than bullets i make a bun get a gun run up on you and pull it
you niggas square as a pool table and twice as green type of nigga take all his work and front it to fiends real gangstas get money and they call tha shots got block burnas that dont rap i can get you shot and then niggas tryna get tha Don's killed thats why i neva leave tha house with out my heata consealed i got one in tha cham when i jump in tha range keep my hand on tha trigga i blow out ya brains leave tha club switchin lanes half a life doin a hundred tryna catch this cred dummy that wont pay me my money Im from north memphis nigga we dont play that shit You threw ya door fenders and windas and kill that bitch