(feat. Z-Ro)



[Chorus: Trae]

I kno-oow I'm a gangsta dogg

I sho-oow I'm a gangsta dogg

I kno-oow I'm a gangsta dogg

I sho-oow I'm a gangsta dogg



[Verse 1: Z-Ro]

When it get gangsta I don't see too many niggaz reppin the set

but in front of these dog ass hoes they reppin till death

there goes Z-Ro the crooked better put some pep in ya step

you ain't got enough insurance to get ya self in a wreck

I put a cease on all breathin when I squeeze my weapon

better hope God come for you cause you gon'need a blessing

somebody save 'em it's gon'take all of his people to Heaven

if he runnin it ain't gon'take but 3 of these to catch him

I'm dedicated to the delivery of a Smith & Wesson

while keepin it under cover the keep the laws from guessin

who did it and what had cause gangsta's don't make a scene

bitch niggaz public sizin and end up with ten or fifteen



[Verse 2: Trae]

I'm back in the hood my dogg but these niggaz be hatin

I feel it's me against the world plus that nigga name Satan

I tryed to get the fuck away but still I keep comin back

the hood'll never be the same since we lost Screw and Pat

snitches don't know how to act and plus they talkin to the feds

only see me conversating with real G's and my bread

and it ain't too many down to ride so I ride alone

I'm a asshole by nature plus my twin touchin home

what the fuck is goin on? niggaz need to get a grip

some of the realest down south gangstafied with a clip

fully equipped and grindin to get out of the hood

but I don't wanna leave my doggs so it's back to the hood



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[Verse 2: Jay'Ton]

I'm laid back in the Lac pockets sittin fat

with the Boss in the seven duece with the top back

I'm a gangsta ass nigga representin for the click

I'm leavin bodies in a ditch for niggaz acting like a bitch

I'm a asshole by nature plus I'm chasin paper

late night tinted up with a glock that'll spray ya

so move back a sec before you get wet

by the niggaz on the West with them vest on they chest

it's the Jay'Ton creepin up the block with the shot

niggaz hatin tryna keep us from reachin the top

so I'm a mash for the cash like the S.U.C

and the G - A - N - G is the S - L - A - B



[Verse 3: Boss]

It's the Boss flippin in glass house while tryna stack moss

draggin my bumper makin my front end toss

I'm a gangsta mark ass niggaz get lost

you can see it in my ways as I walk,and I talk

stay flippin in the seven duece drop as I stomp

bang ya'll outlinin these niggaz in chalk

I get this from my C's and my B's and my folks

always play my part man it's G from the start

don't plan on changin a thing but a lame

swangin while bangin game Hoover click gang what I claim

I keep it G for my niggaz that's bangin in flames

stingin and changin this game bangin and label their name



[Chorus]