Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Yung Redd, J-Doe - Gangsta lyrics

SK, Sha, bout time you let these niggas know
What you really bout, know I'm saying
It's Slow Loud And Bangin'
All these mark ass niggas
We bringing the real back, street shit
Gangsta shit
Fin to put you hoes in your place

A pair of fresh pressed Khakis
And Chucks will do me fine
I provide promethazyne
So please pour out that whine
But don't waste it on my new shoestrings
Bitch I bang my bold laces
Match the same color of my flag that hangs
(damn) i stay G to the T, E to the B
H to the C, the streets raised me properly
Block monopoly, always some shit in the block
Cali building got naughty
Knocked off Big Glock
Had to call up Reese's, got guns to dock
He done called his connect
And picked up a new stock
These broke ass niggas
Ain't nothing but peasants
Wrap a nigga ass up, like Christmas presents
These niggas ain't G's
These niggas is wussies
Get your lips off my dick
And go eat you some pussy
I ain't worried bout a bitch
She can kiss my ass
The only time I come to fuck
Is when I can't get cash
Keep your mind off mines
And build up your stash
All blunts rolled up, endo in hash
Out of a bitch ass nigga
I'll make a believer
Have these niggas catching bullets
Like wide receivers
Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch
You can ask these niggas trick, SLAB the shit
Just because playas get chose
You wan' grab your bitch
I bet nine out of ten, we can have the bitch

I never been a thug, till I graduated to one
And never shot a slug
Till I got my hands on a gun
These niggas be fraud and fake
And ain't never been worthy
Got me feeling like Jordan
Dumping 23 in they jersey
I'm sick and I'm slick
I run with gang bangers and jackers
Frame plackers and bad actors
Being watched by them crackers
I'm running through plex with plex
Like I'm Randy Moss you run in my house
Your head I'm fin to be knocking it off
And fucking your spouse
With nuts running all in her mouth
That bitch'll get tossed
Like a drop top slab in the South
God damn cause here I go again
Cooking and flipping dope again
Ten bricks in the do' again
Ready to hit the road again
Trae done just wrecked the flow again
Lyrically I'm a ass
I'm sick of these roaching niggas
Trying to get inside of my stash
Bitch it ain't gon happen
Fuck rapping cause I'ma get you
And have your mama in church
Word for word reading scriptures

Don't let me grab the chrome
And break up a happy home
Long as I'm getting my hustle on
Ain't nothing wrong
Now all my music, ain't just good wordplay
Listen real close
Niggas feel ery'thing I say
Play it smart, you can get your days dark
Them K's spark and break you apart
Nigga so don't start
You don't wanna end your life, on a bad note
Get lost in gun smoke
Niggas better take notes from neopacknol
You ain't getting nothing back
Plus the new Cadillac, 22's under that
7-1-3, niggas better move out
Walk a straight line
Yung Redd keep his tool out

Yeah, it's not a game know I'm saying
The world is crooked, my niggas is straight

My nigga, it's time to make this shit known
S Dub, V is finally in the Screw zone
It took a minute
But you know we had to find home
Too many funny niggas
Acting like they wasn't wrong
Jump fly with a vulture
Get your brains blown
You Donny Brasco, me my nigga I'm Al Kapone
We take private flights
You niggas never leave home fifteen hundred
Plus I gotta get some thoed dome
I fuck's, with the SUCizzy
Moving these tapes, with the BUDizzy
Vulture piece spin, until I O-Dizzy
A thoed mouthpiece, make pimping so easy
Bat a hoe up, like my nigga named Geezy
Repping the Dub, with SLABeezie

Joseph rain
I'm here to put black eyes in the game
Wouldn't give a fuck about rapping
I'm a gangsta you know my name
Some people call me the crooked
Some people call me the Don
Some people call me heartless
Cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's
And your papa and your uncle Eddy
Nigga this war for real
I suggest you go get your people ready
Cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby
I'ma throw my shit in park
And straight up hopping out
Sound like applause in the streets
All these Uzi shells dropping out
Fuck with Mr mcVey, and diiiie
Repping it like Southsive for live
Fo' liiife i pistol grip
With motherfuckers at all times
Navy blue up in the Regal
Leaning to the left side
2-wheeling down South McGregor
Bending corners in the Tre
No license or insurance
But I ain't legal anyway
Gon jump on the bun
Cause my warrant got a color
One love to Yukmouth
In uniting the ghettos we all gutter