Gangsta

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    It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
    That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all know)
    That's how it be when you see me
    That's how it be in NYC (y'all know)
    If it's me, it's got to be
    If it's me, it's got to be
    G-A-N-G-S-T-A (y'all know)

    I'm still living la vida loca
    With whole sale prices on weed and coca
    For the hustlers, for the customers, nigga trust the buzz
    It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does (woo, hah!)
    They love me just because
    I'm in the Gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (ha, ha, ha, ha)

    With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta shit
    I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between pimps and ho-hounders
    I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
    They gold cups missing stones, turning green
    I roll up, glistenin' chrome, burning green like: What's good?

    It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
    That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all know)
    That's how it be when you see me
    That's how it be in NYC (y'all know)
    If it's me, it's got to be
    If it's me, it's got to be
    G-A-N-G-S-T-A (y'all know)

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    God was in a good mood on the day he made me
    I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
    And I wouldn't change it for nothing
    I stay on point, that's 'cause I know the danger of stuntin'
    But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'

    It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
    That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
    'Cause we can tell by the body language you frontin'
    And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
    Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
    I'll put the red dot on you like the Japan flag
    You need some high heels and a handbag, bitch!

    It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
    That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all know)
    That's how it be when you see me
    That's how it be in NYC (y'all know)
    If it's me, it's got to be
    If it's me, it's got to be
    G-A-N-G-S-T-A (y'all know)

    I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
    Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
    Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
    Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute like Shyne
    Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
    Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
    Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine

    But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
    Oh, no ,thank ya, I earned my keep
    My name’ll get you coke, weed, and burners cheap
    That's gangsta love, from the heart
    Yo I told y'all from the start
    And now (y'all know)

    Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down, these creep's speed up
    Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
    I'm coming through with a bunch of girls that'll deep a seed up
    (It's a gangsta party)

    It's G-A-N-G-S-T-A
    That's how it be and it's gon' say (y'all know)
    That's how it be when you see me
    That's how it be in NYC (y'all know)
    If it's me, it's got to be
    If it's me, it's got to be
    G-A-N-G-S-T-A (y'all know)

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    Composición: John Jackson

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