You'z a Ganxta

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit

What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker

that's right oh, check it out

-1-

Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik

whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit

I went from drinkin' eight ball and makin' demos

to drinkin' Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo

Gettin' my issue in life you can't hate that

and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that

'cause y'all be cross fadin' if you don't understand

you got a side and I got one but you be crossin'

over here to see what's in my hand

Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double

that's what I do hittin' them brown bubbles and avoidin' trouble

hoes to choose with nothin' to lose

& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes

But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer

I been broke my whole career breakin' bread with my peers

bought a '96 Impala the new SS

before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid

I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em

Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm comin' out the pocket

for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around

'cause there's a difference between bein' a thug & bein' down now

Chorus

Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da

boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you sayin' nigga

You's a gangsta!

No I'm not!

Nigga you's a gangsta!

No I'm not!

Nigga you's a gangsta!

<Repeat>

-2-

Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it

my occupation's a musician & I'm stayin' true to it

I went from bein' a rider to bein' a provider

while I was straddlin' the fence tryin' not to hit the divider

Just an impressionable human being tryin' to do right

every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights

like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht

and his homies approached me at the club El Rey

What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doin' my thang

and this nigga's out in the crowd tryin' to hoo' bang

givin' it up for his homies & set trippin' too

but he wasn't from Rollin' 60's more like Tragney

I wonder what's his problem what he tryin' to say

Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?

I approached him like a man & not like a nut

he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up

In the dark club punches is flyin' all around

and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round

and said I killed somebody now how that sound

How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me

and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me

Chorus

-3-

See some don't realize the power of lyrics

'cause when you rap about death you talkin' to spirits

You see you can say the things that can help us all ball

or you can say things that make it bad for us all

fix the problem the only way is come to the source

don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course

everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood

so check what you rappin' about if it ain't to the good

I did my part a long time ago I changed my views

ain't no gang bangin' & slangin' just hangin' with trues

give it up to my Creator & that you can quote

but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat

yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot

like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots

broke away with the crowd nervous obviously

& the mothafuckas blamed it on me

What the hell!?!

Chorus

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers

in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.

It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's

that lost his life at that party

Rest in peace y'all

And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record

feel me I'm out

<DJ scratches> Bang bang ('til fade)