(feat. Mussilini)


[talking:]

Gangstas G's, (gangstas)

This for my gangstas, my gangstas

For my gangstas, my G's

This for my gangstas


[Z-Ro:]

Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking is like breathing

So a nigga stay smoking and flipping, in a Intrepid when I'm bleeding

The block it can't stop, I gotta keep paper stacking

Mo'fuckers be whispering, there go Z-Ro and I can't wait to jack him

But, I got news for ya

They gon be picking out a suit and shoes for ya, cause I'm bout to get rude with ya

They better mind, cause I'll whoop me a woman ass nigga real quick

Plus I got niggaz on the Southwest and the Southeast, my click is real thick

But I be rolling solo, place to place like a hobo

Full time entertainer, I left my block to make fa sho do'

I'ma keep these hoods on fire, get rotation like tires

Gotta show love to my people, cause they are my album buyers

I'ma rep for the real niggaz and the real bitches, that's struggling all day

Fuck going to class, parlay all day in the hallway

They got me fucked up, for no reason at all

Everybody get that feddy, it's the season to ball


[Hook:]

This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's

Sipping promethazyne, and blowing on dro

Trying to make it in this game, play hard when we play

Gaurunteed to clear the whole boulevard, when we spray

This one for my gangsta bitches, that keep it real

Everyday they case paper, in they purse pack a steel

Trying to make it in this game, play hard when we play

And they down to shake that ass, when a real nigga say


[Mussilini:]

Gangstas, G's

How many of us have niggaz, that's down in the streets

From fighting eachother, to hustling on the late night and grinding brothers

Trying to bake a cake right, ready to shake them haters

Burning up the dead line, grandpa did them get out's

From hitting stangs on pages, to I-10 skating blazing

This game like a razor, hell I ain't no fazing

Sitting on leather creation, left on the wheel ride on the steel

Thet Government will kill us here, glossing and flossing all day in Devilles

God forgive us influence the kids, to hop on the blocks and do what we did

But now in reverse, this how the ghetto world spins

Sitting back in foreign cars, with the screens falling

Purple juice is how we ride and play, let's ride today

T-shirts with starches on, cause we G's anyway

Yep, this is for my ballers that ain't worried bout nothing

On swangas and robbers, straight leathers


[Hook]


[Z-Ro:]

This one for my niggaz, that be bleeding the block until the block dry

Empty clips off at the police, everytime they pass by

Even every bitch I know, is thuggish ruggish and thoed

No reason at all, ready to run up on a motherfucker and unload

Fuck that MTV shit, this the real world

So bitch that go in her purse, is gon get the steel girl

Mussilini and that Z-Ro, getting money describes our ego

Fuck with us lose your life, it'll be waiting six feet be low


[Mussilini:]

This one for my gangstas, rolling on 4's and 3's

Or anything that's chromey, stacking G's

Bucking boys up like a rhino, this one for my youngster 5-O

Gotta put it in perspective, or let that King of Da Ghetto nod though

I'm bout to break this here, how much change we gon make this here

Come on Ro we gon make this clear, the world gon love this gangsta shit

Coast to coast them boys gon feel, living laid with a house on hill

Presidential millennium, on the real on the real


[Hook]


[talking:]

Gangstas G's, (gangstas)

This for my gangstas, my gangstas

For my gangstas, my G's

This for my gangstas