DJ Quik - You'z A Ganxta lyrics

Siide! Oh no
It's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade
The world in this motherfucker
That's right oh, check it out

Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
Whether on TV or in these
Streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinkin' eight
Ball and makin' demos
To drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in
The back of the limo
Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that
And when I tell you about yo'
Self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fadin'
If you don't understand
You got a side and I got
One but you be crossin'
Over here to see what's in my hand


Yeah but that's cool too I gets
My money on the double
That's what I do hittin' them
Brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble
Hoes to choose with nothin' to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand
Beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career
Breakin' bread with my peers
Bought a '96 Impala the new SS
Before the 20, 000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe
If my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm
Comin' out the pocket
For my homies in the 'hood up
On it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between bein' a
Thug & bein' down now

Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
Boogie bang boogie da bang fuck
What you sayin' nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not! Nigga you's a gangsta!

Just 'cause I kick it with
Killers don't mean that I do it
My occupation's a musician & I'm
Stayin' true to it
I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider
While I was straddlin' the fence tryin'
Not to hit the divider
Just an impressionable human being
Tryin' to do right every now & then I get
My manhood tested in fights
Like I used to have a beef
With this cat named Eiht
And his homies approached me at
The club El Rey what was I to do I'm on
Stage & I'm doin' my thang
And this nigga's out in the
Crowd tryin' to hoo' bang
Givin' it up for his homies
& set trippin' too
But he wasn't from Rollin'
60's more like Tragney
I wonder what's his problem what
He tryin' to say
Is this business personal or
Just Fuck Quik Day?
I approached him like a man & not like a nut
He turned around & put his drink
Down & straight knuckled up
In the dark club punches is flyin' all around
And even though it was me &
Him the rumors went 'round
And said I killed somebody now how that sound
How could I stomp somebody to
Death that's bigger than me
And I'm just a hundred &
Fifty five pounds tell me

See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death
You talkin' to spirit's
You see you can say the things
That can help us all ball
Or you can say things that make
It bad for us all
Fix the problem the only way
Is come to the source
Don't be a Trojan Horse help
Us change the course
Everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
So check what you rappin' about if
It ain't to the good
I did my part a long time
Ago I changed my views
Ain't no gang bangin' & slangin'
Just hangin' with trues
Give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
But mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
Yeah like that night when Biggie
Died at Quincy Jones spot
Like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
Broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?!

Check it out this song is dedicated
To the two most prolific writers
In rap music history Tupac Shakur
& the Notorious BIG
It's also dedicated to the
Little homie from 60's
That lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y'all and to MC Eiht when you
Get yo' head together maybe
We can do a record feel me I'm out