(feat. Mack Biggers, Scrilla) 



[talking] 

Yeah, nigga gangsta shit 

See what a nigga gotta realize is 

That a nigga, really don't like doing what he do 

But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me 



[Hook] 

If I could then I would, stop slanging caine 

Cause I know, that I should 

But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood 

And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood 

I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta 



[Lil' O] 

All I do is gangsta shit 

Go to work grab the four, spank the brick 

All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip 

I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit 

So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face 

Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe 

All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes 

You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight 

Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter 

And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter 

Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler 

Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler 

Dear Lord, have mercy 

I'm a greedy motherfucker, and I'm thirsty 

I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me 

I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me 



[Hook: Lil' O] 



[Hook: Mack Biggers] 



[Mack Biggers] 

Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn' 

Cause my dog, need four of them zones 

Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone 

Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone 

Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost 

I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt 

Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house 

And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth 

What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route 

And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about 

Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash 

Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask 

Knock a nigga do' down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag 

And don't flinch, my reactions are bad 

I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag 

My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have 



[Hook] 



[Hook: Scrilla] 



[Scrilla] 

It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time 

With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine 

I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South 

Stepping on work, like a rug in your house 

My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows 

But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl 

Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey's 

And if you burn, nigga your trust ain't worthy 

What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale 

And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail 

I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce 

Cause our life, is rough around the edges 

That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose 

I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe 

And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes 

If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world 



[Hook: Scrilla] 



[Hook: Lil' O] 



[talking] 

I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherfucking gangsta 

I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherfucking gangsta 

I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherfucking gangsta 

We can't help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas