S.L.A.B., Rick D - Damn You So Gangsta lyrics

Bitch nigga
You need to stick to what's happening
Cause you be wolfing on the daily
Plus you ride when you capping
I think you entertain yourself
With all your bullshit lies
And I ain't seen a piece of chrome
On all your bullshit rides
But still your bullshit flies
I know these people can smell it
How the fuck you gon blow a pound
And don't know how to inhale it
And I ain't seen you
Slam a motherfucking thang, on my block
Except a throw with a '57 Nova
When that broke bitch stop
How the fuck you gon slide a nigga
Without your boxing game
Plus you got a few beams
Aiming dead at your frame what fo'
Cause your ass wanna get a bigger name
Shut the fuck up
Cause now your ass stuck in the game

Damn you so gangsta
Now you with a click so you hard
When you one deep, niggas pull your card
Dog you so gangsta
If this would of been you
Then this would of happened
You killing everybody, when you rapping
Man you so gangsta
Everybody scared of you dog
Do you believe, what I'm telling you dog
Cause dog you so gangsta
They don't want no problems with you
They prolly know
You finna send the laws through

Damn you so gangsta
You got your Khaki suit with your open toes
Rhinestones in bandanas
Like some of these hoes
You never catch him at the swap meet
You shop at Mervyn's
Everytime we see the nigga, we gon serve him
Sit back and observe him
Nervous when you come around real G's
Lying about the connects
And all of the big ki's this last week
He told some niggas he was with the mob
Riding a nigga dick, must be your big job
I woulda did this I woulda did that
But you ain't did shit
Lying about the squab
At the club but you ain't slid shit
The Lord better be with ya
If you fuck with me
I'ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty

I ain't tripping
I'm on your ass like a papsmere
You got them same old small ass
Bullets from last year
What them fat laces mean
Better come up off em
Niggas get they bandanas, snatched off em
Inches from a coffin
Rest in rust to all of my enemies
Pulling up on these fake niggas
To make em remember me
Snatching a nigga rag off
Cause they ain't no friend to me
Cause these niggas out here
Got these whole bitch ass tendencies

Back at it for round two
Why you steady lying
Thinking we don't know
Nothing but the real is what we gonna find
See you the kind of nigga
That'll follow the pack
And for any piece of attention
Just don't know how to act
And that's why you get smacked up
Teeth kinda cracked up every other week
The same two eyes blacked up
You could try to sell a ticket
But my nigga I ain't buying it
Get clocked upside the head
Just for thinking of trying it

Damn you so gangsta
Last week was drop on 3's
Now you short of your rent
And you begging for cheese
Wearing your partna chain
Say your neck on freeze y'all niggas pussy
Y'all niggas ain't OG's
We on a mission lil' daddy
Trying to get this feddy
I got a brick you can buy
Holla back when you ready
Got a swang in the air
Trying to hold the wheel steady
See we ball on the Dub
But your balling is petty

Now-a day's, everybody wanna be gangsta
Be for real nigga
Run around here lying to everybody
Selling these ol' wolf ass tickets
You slapped this nigga you shot this nigga
Last week you had a Lexus this week a Benz
You thinking about buying a Maybach
But we let you tell it, know I'm saying
Get your mind right mayn
Stop all that lying dog that fraud ass shit
Move around with that shit mayn
Go on step your game up, for real
We just expose the real
That's what it is for this 2K4-2K5
Niggas better tell the truth
If not we gon expose it