Geto Boys, Z-Ro - When it Gets Gangsta lyrics

When it get gangsta
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will
These motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier
You gon' hide and cry

Well let me tell you a lil' somethin
'bout the niggas I roll with
We chin check bitches
We don't go for that ho shit
Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo'
Ass out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta
Rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun
I see the bitch in you
I ain't just ? shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like
It's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond
But I'mma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and
Make your L dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a bitch
I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a bitch
That testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back
Just don't matter all I gotta do is clap one
And the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and
Cats who don't bust back
Niggas thinkin y'all the real
But tell me this

When it get gangsta - is your
Niggas gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The niggas that be bumpin they
Be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will
These motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier
You gon' hide and cry

Pussies fabricated, I'm made
You hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie
You hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin niggas is barkin
Come fuck with me fool
And I'mma put a hole inside
Yo' ass with this tool
Seven shots, niggas is gutter
We get in yo' shit
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin
Squeezin your dick what is you itchy
What's really nigga? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared niggas
Boy youse a mark
You know real niggas move quiet
And quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey
Squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty ? but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and
Five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for
Real, you niggas playin, but

Niggas always tell me how real
I sound when I flow
That's cause the shit I talk about
I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off
That's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope
Squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't
About nuttin cocksucker
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker
So what you been to the pen
And they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E
And spit at you nigga
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that fucked with
Mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin
Keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide
Open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue
Cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit
I'd rather die like a soldier than
To live like a bitch