Gangsta *****

Holla at me ************* you know it be

Weezy "The Don"

I murder easy but hard to kill like

Steven Segal

Its paper, *************, and pistols – pass love to the pimp

I'm clutching a

M busting that tip for ******g with him

I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar

Tucking the metal don't play and

I'll get ****** if

I let em I gotta ride til

I resign its

Squad or die

And any coward try its homicide

We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us

Got *************z hitting glocks see us

I love (?)

See I'm above any ************* that you name

Hop up out the blue thang

With two flames like "What you saying?"

I do's my thug thang daily 380 tucked under the seat of the

S-Class Shots rip your chest fast

I'm a mother ******g mess man

Street *************z fo sho

A fire Hot

Boy – ok?

Ya know [Chorus: TQ]

We only like gangsta *************t

Cause I drive a gangsta car

And street *************z run this *************t

We only like gangsta broads

If you wanna see gangsta *************t

Then push me a lil too far

Cause street *************z might not quite

You gone have to call the law [Turk]

*************z keep they stash in they ash

Round where

I'm from Uptown and that

Nolia we sold smoked chumps

Quick to steal a ************* any time of the day

If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day

Pimp, play off top better believe that dog

And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law

I run with solid *************z that'll ride for me

*************t head

Craig, Running

Red and my *************

Big Ki *************t

I rap about –

I'm one ************* that live it

Coke, ****, guns, *************

I live it

I'm only 19 and

I'm down for killing

Just because a ************* rap dog don't get it twisted

I send shots quick through your

Jerseys and

Filas My finger get to flicking please believe

I ain't missing

Lil Turk +

Young & Thuggin'+ know you *************z know about me

Cash Money

Hot Boy play dog and watch me ****** it

I'm a street ************* [Chorus] [B.G.]

If I rap about it *************

I done lived it out

It ain't *************t

I'm fantasying this *************t

I been 'bout

I'm a ghetto mother ******, keep a

K with a drum

Quick to do a ************* something,

I don't give a *************

I run the streets, all 12 months of the year

And where

I'm from you can't come

If you ain't from round here

I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me

B.G. Someone you don't want to play with cause

I'm H-O-T

Fire, burning, scorching, flaming

You gone melt ************* wi*************ng that it was raining

Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk

You better think before you do because you don't

I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws

Ride all day don't rest til

I kill 'em all

I be thuggin' hard and you know that

I play it raw

Send ya to the morgue

Cause I'm a mother ******g street ************* [Chorus] [Juvenile]

I had a little profit out the other hood

I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours

Creeping, laying the wood

They had *************z on the block but they knew

I was cool

But still on

G.P. I used to keep me a two

Cause she know not what a ************* think

Plus you know now that if a ************* tryin' pull gank

That's life though

Whodie just like

I thought – ************* was straight hatin' dog

Me I was 'bout having war,

I was impatient ya'll

I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'

I stayed in my hood plotting how

I'm gone kill him

Now my girl say the ************* been watching the house

So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about

What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out

I'ma either get him in or outside of his house

People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard Took it to the head five times in the backyard" [Chorus]