Z-Ro, Law Fleze, Tony Montana, Daz Dillinger - I'm a Gangsta (1999) lyrics
[Z-Ro, Law Fleze, Tony Montana, Daz Dillinger - I'm a Gangsta 1999 lyrics]
Yo yo yo
(yeah man) , this how we do it out here
You know I mean
Ain't nothing but straight hustle
You know I mean, yeah
If you didn't know that, I'm a gangsta
Making that money
If you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Better off, bitch nigga I'ma bank ya
Yes nigga, I'd like to thank ya
If you didn't know bitch, I'm a gangsta
Making that money
If you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Hit you so swift, and I'ma bank ya
I'm just a gangsta, I fuck with gangstas
What's up to my niggas
That don't fuck around with prankstas
I ain't no ordinary, my commesary stay fat
Put em on they back, like this and like that
Clack-clack, niggas'll get your strap
Get capped, we putting niggas on they back
Now day's, you know my fucking rhyme pays
They fiend for this shit
That's how they seen us how they grave
I'm a slave, until my fucking wicked ways
That's how I do it now-a day's, to get paid
I drink my OE, my homie told me
That you a bitch ass nigga, sucker and fony
Tell me what you need
That's what I really got
Your homie last week, them niggas got shot
Stone and bombed out, I'm headed down South
Holla at my nigga Z-Ro, what we all about
My whole damn life
Been nothing but gangsta activity
Straight out the womb
The doctor said no possibility
For me to be a fortunate member
Of the society been robbery robbery
Intimidation and anxiety
Holler if you feel me
I'm a gangsta to the bone
Leave bullets when I'm pissed
You don't wanna cross me homes
Indeco umbravo, estaso wando en fuego
Tony Montana a chicano
Cubano who want some paper
Leave you stretched on the streets
2-86 degrees
If gangsta living ducking prison
When you fucking with G's
Never stopping the grind
For life I stay hustling the real Montana
Z-Ro and Daz straight busting
Sleezy talking bout what gangsta is
You a gangsta bitch i doubt it
But, you green like a Heineken bottle
Plus you see through
I can see right behind you
You got broad in you, so walk like a model
You say you got gats, bet mine is bigger
Got more rockets in my house
Than the Compact Center
Z-Ro knock niggas out, Daz he jack niggas
But Law Fleze, I'm just gangsta nigga
All y'all niggas, better recognize
Or somebody gon be a victim
Of my tech tonight i love nothing
You think I'm bluffing you can
Come and try me i'm a gangsta
And I been thugging way since the early 90's
Boss packers, get dealt with
I been busting my bitch so much
She almost melted
Had to switch up and get a chopper
Cause, I might get murdered if my heat jam
But, I ready to die with a AK
You don't wanna fuck with me man
My aim, is straighter than a perm
Them big ol' bullets
Make motherfuckers wiggle like worms
Z-Ro the Crooked is not a hoe
But some niggas think I'm lying
Trying to stop me stacking
But hater you can't hold me down
I'm unstoppable
But Presidential Records trying to stop me
I'm a living breathing pistol
And road blocks will only cock me
When I bust, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Better get a weapon
Cause it's murder when they fucking with us
(yeah man) , this how we do it out here
You know I mean
Ain't nothing but straight hustle
You know I mean, yeah
If you didn't know that, I'm a gangsta
Making that money
If you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Better off, bitch nigga I'ma bank ya
Yes nigga, I'd like to thank ya
If you didn't know bitch, I'm a gangsta
Making that money
If you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Hit you so swift, and I'ma bank ya
I'm just a gangsta, I fuck with gangstas
What's up to my niggas
That don't fuck around with prankstas
I ain't no ordinary, my commesary stay fat
Put em on they back, like this and like that
Clack-clack, niggas'll get your strap
Get capped, we putting niggas on they back
Now day's, you know my fucking rhyme pays
They fiend for this shit
That's how they seen us how they grave
I'm a slave, until my fucking wicked ways
That's how I do it now-a day's, to get paid
I drink my OE, my homie told me
That you a bitch ass nigga, sucker and fony
Tell me what you need
That's what I really got
Your homie last week, them niggas got shot
Stone and bombed out, I'm headed down South
Holla at my nigga Z-Ro, what we all about
My whole damn life
Been nothing but gangsta activity
Straight out the womb
The doctor said no possibility
For me to be a fortunate member
Of the society been robbery robbery
Intimidation and anxiety
Holler if you feel me
I'm a gangsta to the bone
Leave bullets when I'm pissed
You don't wanna cross me homes
Indeco umbravo, estaso wando en fuego
Tony Montana a chicano
Cubano who want some paper
Leave you stretched on the streets
2-86 degrees
If gangsta living ducking prison
When you fucking with G's
Never stopping the grind
For life I stay hustling the real Montana
Z-Ro and Daz straight busting
Sleezy talking bout what gangsta is
You a gangsta bitch i doubt it
But, you green like a Heineken bottle
Plus you see through
I can see right behind you
You got broad in you, so walk like a model
You say you got gats, bet mine is bigger
Got more rockets in my house
Than the Compact Center
Z-Ro knock niggas out, Daz he jack niggas
But Law Fleze, I'm just gangsta nigga
All y'all niggas, better recognize
Or somebody gon be a victim
Of my tech tonight i love nothing
You think I'm bluffing you can
Come and try me i'm a gangsta
And I been thugging way since the early 90's
Boss packers, get dealt with
I been busting my bitch so much
She almost melted
Had to switch up and get a chopper
Cause, I might get murdered if my heat jam
But, I ready to die with a AK
You don't wanna fuck with me man
My aim, is straighter than a perm
Them big ol' bullets
Make motherfuckers wiggle like worms
Z-Ro the Crooked is not a hoe
But some niggas think I'm lying
Trying to stop me stacking
But hater you can't hold me down
I'm unstoppable
But Presidential Records trying to stop me
I'm a living breathing pistol
And road blocks will only cock me
When I bust, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Better get a weapon
Cause it's murder when they fucking with us