Pranksta

Fredro Starr

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    [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
    You know it gotta be gangsta
    When Other Peoples Money in the place
    You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
    You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
    If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
    You don't really wanna hear the glock echo
    Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko
    Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
    On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
    Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
    My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin
    Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
    Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
    Back in the V throw the toast away
    Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
    Before the sirens is comin
    My niggaz be runnin
    Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
    And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it
    We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
    You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it

    [Verse 2: Begetz]
    Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
    That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
    Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
    If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
    Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
    If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
    Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
    Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata
    A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
    Yall get sticked in the freeza
    Body wrapped up in the plastic
    Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas
    Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
    Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
    I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop
    Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop
    And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
    You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot

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    [Verse 3: X-Million]
    I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta
    But I'm in and out of courts steady
    Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
    I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
    Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
    For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
    Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
    Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
    Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead
    I'm on video rollin with po-po
    Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
    Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
    Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
    You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
    Not a mile on it, gully I want it
    Put 100 thou on it nigga
    And I ain't gangsta?

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