(feat. Rick D)



[Trae]

Bitch nigga, you need to stick to what's happening

Cause you be wolfing on the daily, plus you ride when you capping

I think you entertain yourself, with all your bullshit lies

And I ain't seen a piece of chrome, on all your bullshit rides

But still your bullshit flies, I know these people can smell it

How the fuck you gon blow a pound, and don't know how to inhale it

And I ain't seen you slam a motherfucking thang, on my block

Except a throw with a '57 Nova, when that broke bitch stop

How the fuck you gon slide a nigga, without your boxing game

Plus you got a few beams, aiming dead at your frame

What fo', cause your ass wanna get a bigger name

Shut the fuck up, cause now your ass stuck in the game



[Hook]

Damn you so gangsta, now you with a click so you hard

When you one deep, niggaz pull your card

Dog you so gangsta, if this would of been you then this would of happened

You killing everybody, when you rapping

Man you so gangsta, everybody scared of you dog

Do you believe, what I'm telling you dog

Cause dog you so gangsta, they don't want no problems with you

They prolly know, you finna send the laws through



[Jay'Ton]

Damn you so gangsta, you got your Khaki suit with your open toes

Rhinestones in bandanas, like some of these hoes

You never catch him at the swap meet, you shop at Mervyn's

Everytime we see the nigga, we gon serve him

Sit back and observe him, nervous when you come around real G's

Lying about the connects, and all of the big ki's

This last week, he told some niggaz he was with the mob

Riding a nigga dick, must be your big job

I woulda did this I woulda did that, but you ain't did shit

Lying about the squab, at the club but you ain't slid shit

The Lord better be with ya, if you fuck with me

I'ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty



[Hook]



[Boss]

I ain't tripping, I'm on your ass like a papsmere

You got them same old small ass, bullets from last year

What them fat laces mean, better come up off em

Niggaz get they bandanas, snatched off em

Inches from a coffin, rest in rust to all of my enemies

Pulling up on these fake niggaz, to make em remember me

Snatching a nigga rag off, cause they ain't no friend to me

Cause these niggaz out here, got these whole bitch ass tendencies



[Trae]

Back at it for round two, why you steady lying

Thinking we don't know, nothing but the real is what we gonna find

See you the kind of nigga, that'll follow the pack

And for any piece of attention, just don't know how to act

And that's why you get smacked up, teeth kinda cracked up

Every other week, the same two eyes blacked up

You could try to sell a ticket, but my nigga I ain't buying it

Get clocked upside the head, just for thinking of trying it



[Rick D]

Damn you so gangsta, last week was drop on 3's

Now you short of your rent, and you begging for cheese

Wearing your partna chain, say your neck on freeze

Y'all niggaz pussy, y'all niggaz ain't O.G.'s

We on a mission lil' daddy, trying to get this feddy

I got a brick you can buy, holla back when you ready

Got a swang in the air, trying to hold the wheel steady

See we ball on the Dub, but your balling is petty



[Hook]



[talking]

Now-a-day's, everybody wanna be gangsta

Be for real nigga, run around here lying to everybody

Selling these ol' wolf ass tickets, you slapped this nigga

You shot this nigga, last week you had a Lexus

This week a Benz, you thinking about buying a Maybach

But we let you tell it, know I'm saying

Get your mind right mayn, stop all that lying dog

That fraud ass shit, move around with that shit mayn

Go on step your game up, for real

We just expose the real, that's what it is for this 2K4-2K5

Niggaz better tell the truth, if not we gon expose it