Method Man, Speedy, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Roscoe - Gangsta Rapperz lyrics

Yo they get smoked up fuckin
With these gangsta rappers
(These niggas ain't rappers P
They fuckin actors)
Might get locked up fuckin
With you crazy bastards (What's hood nigga
Get fucked up and then blasted)
Mess around, might catch these slugs
Don't put me in them caskets
(Down south you call them choppers
Up here we call the rachets)
If you don't do it
Nigga then you know what's happenin
(Funny style niggas is clowns
But we ain't laughin)

Who tryin to question my ghetto?
Ya'll need to stop that
I'm tryin to see how the
Kettle call it hot black
I call my flow next level cus this is not rap
Ya'll pop shit I pop back
C'mon if you need a hot
Sixteen who do you call?
Meth, lord of the underground
Trick I do it all i'm angry at the baller
The game angry at ya'll
I'm angry that I'm six feet
Tall and can't ball
M-E Th lights some bomb ass weed
I have to be
So next time you hit the herb spot up
Ask for me let them know how I'm living
This life fast and free
I can't slow down, I'm somethin like Puff
Pass the trees let it go round
And I ain't feelin you clowns
Like fake friends who look away when
They be givin you pounds
Some ho trying to act like
She ain't feelin my style
Till her legs are in the air
I bet she feelin me now

I'm a gold nigga
Paroled and hit the streets
And ain't none of you rap
Niggas fuckin with me
And stop fuckin for free
You ain't fuckin so your homies can see
That bitch made nigga can't stand with me
You get hit for just playin with me
Cus I'm an east side nigga
A west side nigga
Give a fuck side nigga, ride or die nigga
I'm still hot nigga yeah crack your face
He had a gun on his waist
Boy just erase, dubs and wide turns
Weed we burn
Big V12 nigga, four-five shells nigga
We got the heat on us
And you bitch made niggas gon squeeze on us
You better ask somebody, I'm Gotti Gotti
Get my grind on baby, get my shine on baby
Feel me
Just white tees and khaki shoes and got loose
Still g'd in my suit, stil sing to my lou
With the suade on my roof, 21's on the roof
See the electric roof, with the gun so small
I'll hold down Snoop
With a gun so small, I'll hold down you
Now tell me what the fuck I'm
Supposed to do
Because your lil homie lift his shirt
He got hit then your lil homie hit the dirt
Yeah P, yeah Meth, tell them how that work

Sick in the head, derranged my brain iller
The black Max Payne
These ain't no pain killers
Game's realer, so proclaim Illadelph
No shame in my game
I came from caine dealers
I hang from the ceiling and drink liquor
Slizzer, slur on the mic and speak easy
My enemies just die when they see me
And wifey wanna rock the mic, she freaky
It's the admirable, admiral Roscoe
The black Bobby?Boshey?, so watch
What you say
Me and my boy?? make a rush for the border
Lean out my Tahoe and yell
"Yo Quiero Taco Bell?"
My Glock throw shells that'll
Rock your bells
Phony nigga like taco shells
Get hectic, dodged and got it
You top notch? Got it, drop top and got it