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[Talking:] You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston Jae Millz, E. S. G. Holla at me my nigga [Hook:] Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a Gangsta Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a Gangsta O. G. 'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan [E. S. G.:] Now these cats get on T. V., like they animals homes Throw on a white T, four or five bandanas on Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti But you check they background, they never shot nobody They claim they from the trap, like T. I. Or Jeezy Claim to be a O. G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names Had a pretty red fitted hat, he thought it was Game Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a Game Most gangstas in the Pen, the judge won't spare ya Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison yard Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on Probation I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education Better keep your credit straight, and your mind on your Mail Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah [Hook:] [E. S. G.:] Pac and B. I. G., no we ain't forgot them Cops ain't arrested, no one who shot them Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta [Jae Millz:] Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger These niggaz talking crazy, but I know they ain't Gangstas Not even, but you lames won't be satisfied Till you not breathing, something a box sleeping Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy Try to play me and I'm taking thirty shots, like I'm a Great I'm from the Apple, but I'm heavy from the H To the H, that's Harlem to Houston more probs no Solution So what, you just came home off a bid I heard you snitched it's worse, now you gotta switch That ain't gangsta [Hook:] [E. S. G.:] For nearly three summers, I was known by a number That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in My Hummer Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me Will I wind up locked down, like Pimp C or Cassidy Trying to avoid a tragedy, and stack this money Is the industry ready, for a down South Tsunami The new heir to the throne, the new screw music king Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring Two time convicted felon, use to control the fiends I refuse to let a label, control my dream Refuse to talk about just, cars and bling-bling Y'all repeating the same thing, we can't have that How many people you cats, plan to kill in your raps Cause the ice and Maybach, your label rented that When the video is over, you gotta give it back Said the ice and Maybach, your label rented that When the video is over, you gotta give it back g'eah [Hook:]
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