(feat. Scarface)



[Hook:]

I started small time, choke game cocaine

Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke mayn [x3]

I started small time, choke game cocaine

Damn it feels good, to be a gangsta



[Lil' Keke:]

Purple drank wet paint, fired up let it stank

65 in the tank, half a mill in the bank

Drop dog butter guts, scratching on them 84's

Cadillac ass down, I'ma slam it on the note

All star heavy buck, I'ma cop twenty trucks

Call twenty homies, tell em go to lot and pick em up

I'ma slide in the ride, do's popped suicide

Chop cut fresh buck, trunk popped real wide

Representing Southside, swanging and banging

84's twisting, TV's raining

I'ma let em see the hood, floating by holding wood

Haters on the sideline, know a playa looking good

Ever since I came out, two heaters in the spot

Cheaters know they bet not, try to set a road block

Gotta stay true, in the street

I hustle real hard, the whole team gotta eat (that's gangsta)



[Hook]



[Scarface:]

I got a bag in my pocket, weighing least a grand

Eight balls quarter ounces, half-a-ki's and slabs

Want a cook I can cook for ya, soft come with it

4-50 on a ounce, if you want it come get it

You a smoker by flip it, you can smoke for free

Let the whole hood know, that they can sco' it from me

I'm the dope man dope man, blue jeans sagging

T-shirt Chuck's on, blue rag wearing

I don't give a fuck homes, laws keep staring

But they can get the fuck on, cause I'm not sharing

Block bleeding till my heart stop, mama at home

She ain't working, so my neighborhood keeping me on

I'm a young nigga old one, I worship the grind

And if I ever got jammed, fuck it give me my time

Cause I'ma be a big time, cocaine slanger

(damn it feels good, to be a gangsta)



[Hook]



[Coota Bang:]

Yes indeed, I confess I'm blessed with G's

Bloodline from my grandpa, Jerney Lee

On D-block, with Eye G see Bulldog

Not just the rapper, dude really hood dog

Compact nine millimeter, in my pocket

So watch it if you talking, sideways are watching

Or an object, go upside your noggin

17-0-3, military clocking

I'm out that Manner, we mobbing

My relatives sleep, we robbing

I'm low key, kitchen in the process

If you's a hustler, you picked up and caught that

Swishahouse down South, where the Nawf at

What's really hood homeboy, where you mouth at

Held down, like a ankle on my ankle

(damn it feels good to be a gangsta), gangsta



[Hook x2]