Hustler, bad motherfucker
 Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and back
 Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin
 Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin
 I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight G
 Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free
 I'm Alpo, before you snitch dog
 I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars
 Ghetto star, name ring in every hood
 Heartless villain, money driven killin
 and bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in
 Knickerbock position, listen

 [Chorus 2X: Shyne]
 A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Feel the knot when you loft (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA)

 [Shyne]
 I got a question; as serious as cancer
 Where da fuckin safe at?  Somebody better answer
 before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs
 in your mug then you spittin up blood
 Got dead gangstas rollin over like, "Yo this nigga cold"
 The way he cut his coke is murder game to his flow
 Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit
 I never had hope, until I sold dope
 Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless
 Feds get uptight when they see my watch and necklace
 glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me
 Murder and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the sea

 [Chorus]

 [Shyne]
 Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops
 The best respect, the feds only fuck cops
 Coke price raisin, task force raidin
 Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn
 Roller, diamonds and mack-milla's
 Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers
 Money hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law
 The opium and the raw, that's what I live for
 For cuttin yea, never for today
 Extended magazines shootouts and ricochets
 Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood vessels
 Ain't gonna wait before the smoke settles

 [Chorus]

 {*scratching "Serious shit"*}

 [Shyne]
 Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Leavin cowards layin where they stood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Floodin your homey's commisary up (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Never missin when we bust (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Menage red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
 {*music fades out