Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - This Is Gangsta lyrics

Dipset bitch juelz Santana (yeah)
2004 it's a brand new muthafuckin year
I hope you know that (you already know)
And we are in total
Control once a-muthafuckin-gain nigga (ook)
Dipset in the building
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones
Killa muthafuckin Cam, freeky Zeeky

Live from the bottom of the pot
Where crack is cooked at
I'm back like cooked crack
And I rap like cooked crack
And that's a good match
And that's some good crack
My gun hotter then the stove is on
So hot even I thought the stove was on
But the stove was off i was just rolling hot
I was just rome the block
Hard body I'm a rolling block
Dodge squally, I don't know the cops
I don't know them rats
No, I don't condone in that
I'm in my zone infact, ain't no holing back
The 4'll mac when the beefin is on
Niggas cheat when it's on
Niggas get reef wen it's on
They can't believe when it's on but
It's me wen it's on (pooh)
But it is and this is what I do so
What it is, what is be, whats the sccop yo
Normally I don't ask that
Normally I just blast that but
You an exception pussy
Ya girl told me you just obsessed with pussy
And you can't fuck you just upset the pussy
I'm sumthin mean to watch my machine'll pop
Life off ya halipino top
Now I've been seen in drop coops oops
Radar ditectors (poop poop)
You can't catch me copper
You just upset me copper
I'm on a jet ski copper (haha)

Now if this ain't gangsta and that
Ain't gangsta then what is gangsta
Nigga I am gangsta, who ain't gangsta
You ain't gangsta

The truth is I'm what the games been needin
Food for thought
The fuck man you lames been eating
(them lies) i move, the streets do follow
I speed race, not through the streets
(why) cuz police do follow so watch em
These niggas throw flappy and sick
(that's right) we young cold flashy and rich
Plus we gun ho and spz on a bitch
Cuz we don't pay for the pussy
The beef cum we don't lay for the pussy
Fuck em, Watch em, got em, spot em, pop em
Drop em (lay em down)
Now Lord forgive us (pray for us)
Gangstas (say what) We all religious
And y'all wangstas I swear you
Give us the shivers
Dipset, the new black panthers
The boys ask us questions man
We do not answer
Life's too short for me to pull my pants up
I'm tryna let my nuts hang
System out the truck bang bang
That's Certified Gangsta
You heard about me well then
You heard about gangsta
Ill beat the brace off a nigga
But I'm tryna keep the tapes off a nigga
To get rich we do whatever we have to do
And when we hit the hood
Our bregins be grabbin you
Foul hundreds the 7th's Avenue
And niggas feel the pressure
Whenever we mashin through

You ain't gangsta, Listen up
I grip a pump, squeeze 3
And have any OG bitchin up
Man he a missing chump
And if not the big Glock
Our big shots so doc can't stith him up
I'm from the city wher it's easy to make do
Easy to bake Hoes its easy to make 4's
You gettin them pencils
The pigs and the checks know
Nex week they'll have you
Sittin on stake road from HOC to CF to CF
Can't hold me I'm prone to this BS
So imagine Bez on the phone gettin key check
Fresh outta DC lampin in the GS
That's how niggas do go get a clip or 2
Fifth or Glock, get a block, hit the spot
Flip a few and for a brick or 2
The led I carry, shit
I'm reditary, and ya kids could get it too