[Too $hort] (So you wanna be a gangsta)



Nah like no gangsta, nah like no gangsta, come again

Nah like no gangsta, nah like no gangsta, follow me

Nah like no gangsta, nah like no gangsta, because

When I was a youth, just a little youngster

Gangsta killed mi mother and killed mi father

They kill my sister and kill mi brother

Bo! bo! and them get shot down

Bo! bo! and them get shot down



Never given a chance to enhance 

And advance to the mic stand

Because of the craft and the path of a state pen

The thought of if white being black is a syllable

Beginning at birth, yeah, I begin at the physical

The scenery's grim, fakes float like phlegm

I keep the G to myself, made a vow, no friends

Cause people you trust, all lies and propaganda

Slick man slander, talk like Sandra



[to the beat of Kris Kross' 'Jump']

Fake one, wanna-be, clocked, your dead ass knocked

Shell-shocked, two shots, heart'll be your next stop

Weak mouth leak out, smack what you breathe out

Now whose fault when it's hard, get your knees down

You cheat, got a new trick cause that's what you do

When you're in jail zero got more stuff than you do

You wail like a ( ? ) and echo the vicinity

Can't handle the time cause the judge gave you infinity

Life, that's what you get for your everyday hustle

Ropes and a handyman couldn't pull your luck up

Wanna be the trigger figure, critter with the Tec

Banned for tryin to ( ? ) your mom's neck

You couldn't get a ( ? ) for that stuff you yell out

Killin your own just to make bones, now that's a sell out

But who's the bigger pussy, just like a panther

I'm just lettin you know - so you wanna be a gangsta



[to the beat of Cypress Hill's 'Hand on the Pump']

Wanna-be gees try to be what they can't be

Cause what you can't be you try to be cause you'se the wanna-be

So play the back like a fallback, in the back

But way back before I break your muthafuckin back

And my foot off in your ass if you don't step off

Cause when I go off I sound like a sawed-off

So stop actin like you're packin a Mac ( ? )

And gangsta rap ain't what's happenin

And that means you and you, know what you can do

If you don't like what I'm sayin, but in the meanwhile fuck you

I'm ( ? ) so save the killer talk and just walk

Before I walk all over your ass just like a sidewalk

You ain't got nothin comin but a bad break

So why try, you fry, that's a big mistake

On your behalf I told you you couldn't last

But the thought that I was trickin, now guess who gets the last laugh



[to the beat of Ice Cube's 'My Summer Vacation']

8 down brothers on a prison tip

You wanna be a gangsta just swingin the clip

You come to Rahway, you be suckin my dick

After a little whille I make you my bitch

I'm not a [edited] and I don't like ( ? )

While you're sittin in a leather chair gettin your ass fired

There goes the prison, there goes the prison



[to the beat of ( ? )]

Niggas that life to riff but don't really have the gift

I come across because my style'll switch swift

Criminal background, I can go underground

Pound for pound every lyric I throw down

Cause this is a showdown, suckers I mow down

They rush like ( ? ) when I go ( ? )

One by one, come all or plenty

Cause when I do a show, boy, I kill many

Weak punk rappers, camouflagin fakes

I'll down a sucker and I won't be late

Come back and translate the jams I elevate

Now watch me operate, see how I demonstrate?

To all deceivers a make-believer

Your falsing trickery is no longer mystery

And if you want bitchery, and if you want bickery

And if you want victory, just try to get with me



To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)



To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)

To be an O.G. (you had to be an O.G.)



[to the beat of the Geto Boys' 'Mind Playing Tricks on Me']

I'm the M-a-x-w-el-l

Swiftmaster, sucker, now that spells Maxwell

And what I kick here ain't just another fairytale

I wrote this shit so others wouldn't have to

Go through the things that Max had to

I know a many of gangsters on the street

Some in a jail cell, the others six feet deep



[to the beat of King Tee's 'Played Like a Piano']

Holdin your breath when I mess with the mess rap

You coulnd't get jack but a backsmack, none cap

Flackin that flack while there's ( ? ) talk bull

Comin to battle with a rattle, havin no pull

( ? ) and boot-lickin, kickin your bullshittin

Jack in a box ( ? ) your face-splittin

Servin up lumps to your ( ? ) you wanna ( ? )

Rather duck ( ? ) to get ( ? ) you duck none

Mister blister, dismiss, kiss the

Head on my nine, not a crime to kill a bigger nigga

Critter-digger, trigger mouldin your head figure

Little bum you're ( ? ), I leave that ass rid of

Asshole, Lord knows what I wrote ( ? )

Kick one lifetime and it's time to hold

More grounds than the bounds of a highway

Cause I say it my way, ah fuck it in Rahway