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lil scrappy – gangsta gangsta lyrics

(feat. lil jon)

[intro]
zone 3, aye!!
we finna crunkin’ b-tch up (bme!)
show yall what some real gangstas is at
some of yall n-gg-z just dunno (g-unit!)

[chorus w/ lil jon ad-libs]
i’m a (gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann’ ride?
wit a (gangsta gangsta), aye!
yea dat’s me, tinted out ridin’ durrty – comin’ down ya street
i’m a (gangsta gangsta), git triggas squeez’d up!
got fitty killas with me, strap’d down – g’s up!!
cuz i’m a (gangsta gangsta), yea top of the list
bme motherf-cker – git cha mind right b-tch!

[verse 1]
so many ways, you can spray, git hit
with tha’ k, anyday, ain’t gon’ motherf-ckin’ say (aye, aye!!)
dat you might git touched
cuz em gangsta -ss n-gg-z, they don’t talk too much
come around, f-ck with me, and then you might git rushed
nawh, i ain’t with the yappin’, but i make the gat go bust
keep f-ckin’ with us, we off the danger-ous
show you the meanin’ of ash 2 ash, is just a dust
if you laid back in the ‘lac
i dunno if them hatas gon’ handle dat
keep my motherf-ckin’ hand on my f-ckin’ gat
aye, yall motherf-ckers betta git back
yea, all the young ladies call me +get it mayn’+
i don’t know if yall lames gon’ undastand
you can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
tried to keep it like a lame, you ain’t got a chance bwoi, cuz

[verse 2]
what cha lookin’ at? – yee’in hard like granite!
hardest n-gg- on the planet, err punch i throw landed
yee’in gon’ be standin’ afta me, goddammit!
knock you off ya balance, if ya -ss try to challenge
who, me?! nawh, i ain’t say i was no killa
i just sayd dat i ain’t no b-tch n-gg-
yee’in think i was gon’ pull it up now, did cha?
besides, dat’s my lil’ hommie pullin’ dat trigga
i hit the mall by my self, the hood by my self
when i’m in la i rock the kakhi’s with the belt
on the beach of miami rock versace with the silk
i’m so gangsta – i eat the cereal out the milk
and nawh i ain’t actin’, i’m just real like dat
make my grill look good with the 45 stack
some of yall motherf-ckers ain’t built like dat
i got gangsta in my blood, so you can kiss my -ss

[verse 3 lil scr-ppy]
got the white walls on the old school (dat’s gangsta!)
when i whip up, all the ho’s choose (dat’s gangsta!)
i git money like i f-ckin’ posed to (dat’s gangsta!)
yea, i know i’m gangsta – but how ’bout you (not gangsta!)
all black shirt with the black out shoes
black tube socks and a matchin’ hat too
and my g-unit jeans straight raw blue
cuz where i’m from bein’ a playa is gangsta smooth
i’m a guerilla on it all, keep my lil’ pimpin’ straight on g’ mode
all up in the club with my pockets on swole
oh, you think i’m sweet?! – then try me ho’
git stomped to the flo’
i was born in the a, raised in the a
when i did my durrt n-gg-, i ain’t gon’ say
shiit, i was gon’ grow up and be a gangsta anyways
gotta couple of war wounds on the gangsta face

- lil scrappy lyrics

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