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rbl posse - feels good to be a gangsta lyrics

[verse 1]
[mr. cee]
back on the track is a mack and not a mack murderer
you told me your name but i think i never heard of ya
‘cause it’s so hard for me to understand
why n-ggas try to do anything they can just to be the man
trying to be known as the baller of the town
you better calm your down ‘fore you wind up getting found
in the alley ‘cause this dead body’s getting cold
with an eddie bauer shirt and designer bullet hole
and oh, n-ggas who be talkin’ about me
staring up that jealousy, pumped off that hennessy
better realize when it rains, boy, it pours
i know i got my nine, but n-gga, do you got yours?

[black c]
it’s the wiggy-wiggy-one and to the two and, two into the one
it’s the n-gga black c, and i had to grab my gun
and it’s, all over a ho
who been going back giving info to another ho
she said they comin’ kinda crazy
you can’t fade me, that’s why right now you packs a .380
pop pop pop pop, watch another n-gga drop
you f-ck around with me and i gots to close down shop
it’s black c, the disrespecter, ho wrecker
you don’t like it? n-gga, just check the
game that i spit, it’s too sick, it’s some sh-t you can’t f-ck with
you stuck with, so don’t cross chris
‘cause if you ever tried to cross me
i think i’d choke that -ss and beat that -ss like rodney
king, as i bing, bing
you know a n-gga done with crazy, and straight went sing sing

[chorus]
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters

[verse 2]
[black c]
this is going out to the real g’s
on the crack block, n-ggas smokin’ dank weed
with a crack sack, n-gga, in my n-ts-ck
f-ck the po-po’s, n-gga, ‘cause it’s like that
should i just creep around the block and k!ll another m-th-f-cka?
‘cause another m-th-f-cka wanna k!ll us m-th-f-ckas
for what? holdin’ our stripes down
and giving the beatdowns to them other crews because they ain’t from our town
i’m leaving an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
what would be the name of the n-gga that broke up the gang truce?
i think that be the n-gga named black
with the black gat and the black hat in the backpack, yeah
and i’ll be comin’ around the other side of the mountain
and the bay is where your body’s found in
for tryna f-ck with a criminal, but you don’t hear me though
so check out the next flow

[mr. cee]
in 1994, i guess every n-gga keeps a mirror in his pocket
‘cause they always muggin’ and they need to stop it
but then again, what the f-ck?
‘cause i’ma smile in your face and still switch up in a rush
i better hush, ‘cause real gangstas never talk
and fake ones like blackboards is getting chalk
and this is out to you infiltrators
‘cause when the sh-t gets hot, you get soft like some now and laters
talkin’ about we in the same gang
but i can’t hang, with them n-ggas talkin’ ying-yang
and i’m not no joke or no prankster
so if you see me smilin’, punk, it’s because…

d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
d-mn it feels good to be a gangsta
i can’t f-ck wit’ you m-th-f-ckin’ pranksters
(you n-ggas marks…)

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