(feat. Lil' Burn One)



Uh

Bitch I been a "G" all my life

A "G" down to ride

"G's" stay getting high

I'm a "G" 'til I die

A nigga known to bust gats

Take half a day to skeet crack

I represent the slum

Gangsta body dipped in all black

Don't act like you ain't know that

My clique is quick to go at

Any of y'all prankstas, y'all ain't gangstas

Y'all just throwbacks

Put slugs to yo brain

Thuggin blood's in my vein

The ghetto version of Norman Bates

Thug in the same

So ask about me

Porno with six stars

So don't doubt me

And niggaz who ain't gangsta

Stay the fuck away from round me

I got dope in every county

Fuckin bitches that's a ?

They call me that boy Nutty

Ain't no nigga finna clown me

Shit, I haul off and kidnap yo whole family

Strap up a bomb and kill every one for testing me

So when I go I'm taking all my folks

So when we hit hell, we still can go to war

That's gangsta!



Now if you catch me with a OZ

Ridin 4 deep in a Caprice

Hollin fuck the police motherfucker

You in the hood er'day

Same clothes tryin ta skeet a pound of dro' motherfucker

You in the feds gotta do 5 years

Just because you would't squeal motherfucker

You got kids to feed

They gotta live even if you have to kill motherfucker



Now Lil Burn-One's the nigga hoe hoppin, dro' copin, gun toter

Wool club loader, 4-5 in the holster

And its the take over

I'm shaking these bitches from off my cock

And these haters up off my shoulder

Claiming gangsta but you so coward

Talking bout trepos

Sissy ass bitch then take yo ass to Chuck Wilder

Women's prison and you still probably won't last for a hour

You a nigga scared to death you gon' get raped in the shower

By 6 dikes slapping yo ass with towels

You'll probably move yo bowels

You'll probably piss on yourself and crumble like a ball of powder

See we fo sho' folk, 9-7 four-door

Black Game claiming throwing signs out the window

We keep it all "G", since elementary

We represented from the block to penitentiary

Make em remember me, Burn one the O.G

I'm going out black clothes out, fro'd out, thats Gangsta!



[CHORUS]



He just asked me "Pimp why you ? my trick?"

Hoes tell that nigga my name

Frank Dingaling bitch

I'm that fat daddy hall

Fifth of Hen, hydro, bull dagger and her friend

I'm a fat nasty dog

I make these hoes crawl

Plus I'm gangsta bought

Bust at my enemy

Plus I'm in they main girl draws

You ain't no kin to me

So nigga keep my name out yo mouth

You talkin shit I'll cock this trigga bitch and run in yo house

And lay you down

Let me come into your house

So piss on the ground

Cock this pistol into your mouth

And don't make a sound

There's no way in and there's no way out

So bring me your ?

I'm bumping New Edition's "Candygirl"

When Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike had a curl

That's gangsta

You heard gangstas make the world turn round

Well shit's gon' continue popping while fire burn on the ground

Now that's gangsta!



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