The Diplomats, Juelz Santana, Cam’ron - Gangsta lyrics

Yeah, who, where they at? Bring 'em to me
Let me talk to these niggas man
Dipset y'all with me

Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas

Yo, yo, yo now let's get down to business
I've been gone for a minute
But I'm back now down for business
Yeah I found a small town I had to visit
Had a bunch of hungry workers
Who was down to get it so I got up and left
Hit the town with brizicks
Nickels, dimes, quarters, O's
Half of brizicks
Know the rules of getting mad


If they ask they get it
Plus I was giving it to them
Like I had permission
Now I'm back focused on rap
Anybody got a problem holla back
Two shots swallow that
And I know what the people want
Got what the people want, I know you not hot
You not what the people want, they want me
Santana man, bandana wrapped around his head
Goddamn it man, is it him?
Yes, say it again, yes, I'm playing to win
Yes, hey come again, nigga
I've been watching i've been plotting
I'm the realest thing popping
Since Osama Bin Laden, so pay homage
Ladies salute me, gentlemen salute me
The general you'll soon see

Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas

Killa ayo, this is just for
Gangstas, that'll black out, mAC out
Bling out, shank out, and shank ya
Y'all looking lost, took your plates
Gave the crooks the forks (go eat)
We gon' eat whether it's fish or pork
They thirsty and ready to take your burger
Turkey and veggie
You ever work with machetes?
I broke bread with billionaires that
Think flipping birds is petty
They soon serve with semi
My tune turn to envy
Balloon pop, you know I burn the friendly
And pull cars off huh, I'm so nice
I took the last two bars off
I wasn't rapping nothing
I was wrapping something
Now that was stunting and baby I model
I always put the coke in
The baby powder bottle (that's Killa, Killa)
'Cause I follow for figures
My hollow and trigger
Swallow a nigga, like a bottle of liquor
(Hennessy)
And when I cock that heat back, ya hatchback
Hard top
Or drop top seat back, harving and reach back
Body in the seat, head in the trunk
Tell his mother eat that, laid up feet fat
I'm a better boy
Ohio players, Detroit cheddar boys
Harlem too, gangstas do it
Montana Santana, gangsta music, Killa

Yo, ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas

Yo, I got you niggas exhausted
You gotta be nauseous
How I pull up, stop and be flossing (oh)
Chrome wheels spinning out of proportion
Twin pipes on the back
Letting out the exhaustion
Whoa, kids love me, but I'm no idol
I hold rifles, dog, my spit game is so vital
I'm what the games been
Missing like both Michael's
Jackson and Jordan, from cracking to balling
I'm back i'm a heavy pimper, 24
7 pimper
Where your girl, go get her, bet I pimp her
And I ain't mad, that the Towers fell
I'm mad the coke price went up
And this crack won't sell
I'm mad I gotta grind harder
Hit the block harder
Get some new workers, buy some new product
Get my clientele back
Shit I might as well black
Burn the town down one more time
What the hell scrap
For my niggas who can't get it
Upstate sittin' in San Quentin
Greens on they back on the feet Stan Smithing
This is gangsta music, please dance with it
Spit your razors out, party in the mess hall
This is just for gangstas
Pardon all the rest of y'all
Juelz Santana make it happen man
Dip-set grip TECs, Harlem's own Taliban
Come on

Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Ayo listen to this gangsta
Feel this music man get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas
Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
Get into this gangsta
Cause this is just for gangstas