Gangsta Shit

Yeah, niggas talkin' all that gangsta shit
Actin' like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fuckin' head blown off, nigga, you know?

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on (yeah)
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
32 shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh! The talkin' stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot (woo)
Now, we can blow an hour talkin' 'bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, 'cause he stunts in the drop

Now, no, you love the kids, 50 on that killer shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm markin' my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me, you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll turn your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, 'cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, blam!

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel, so nobody hear it (boom)
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne (c'mon)
Shootin' these niggas lights out like LeBron James
Holla my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatin'
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber (uh-huh)
Ain't nothin' like when you get popped and don't know who to blame, ah (yeah)

Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me (for real)
I'm waiting, anticipatin' to put a nigga under (brrt)
Smokin' like we some Jamaicans fuckin' with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss (uh-uh)
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watchin' y'all, motherfuckers!

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Beggin' niggas don't understand though
Probably 'cause my hand glow when I'm anticipatin' the Lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinkin' they Rambo
You get one warnin', so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody actin' soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin' apple sauce

Usually for yappin' off and turn apologetic
Wavin' a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buyin' so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holdin' 16s to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a Glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass shot!

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that

They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talkin' like that