Testo Gangsta - Dirty, Lil Burn One

Gangsta

Bitch I been a «G» all my life\nA «G» down to ride\n«G's» stay getting high\nI’m a «G» 'til I die\nA nigga known to bust gats\nTake half a day to skeet crack\nI represent the slum\nGangsta body dipped in all black\nDon’t act like you ain’t know that\nMy clique is quick to go at\nAny of y’all prankstas, y’all ain’t gangstas\nY’all just throwbacks\nPut slugs to yo brain\nThuggin blood’s in my vein\nThe ghetto version of Norman Bates\nThug in the same\nSo ask about me\nPorno with six stars\nSo don’t doubt me\nAnd niggaz who ain’t gangsta\nStay the fuck away from round me\nI got dope in every county\nFuckin bitches that’s a?\nThey call me that boy Nutty\nAin’t no nigga finna clown me\nShit, I haul off and kidnap yo whole family\nStrap up a bomb and kill every one for testing me\nSo when I go I’m taking all my folks\nSo when we hit hell, we still can go to war\nThat’s gangsta!\nNow if you catch me with a OZ\nRidin 4 deep in a Caprice\nHollin fuck the police motherfucker\nYou in the hood er’day\nSame clothes tryin ta skeet a pound of dro' motherfucker\nYou in the feds gotta do 5 years\nJust because you would’t squeal motherfucker\nYou got kids to feed\nThey gotta live even if you have to kill motherfucker\nNow Lil Burn-One's the nigga hoe hoppin, dro' copin, gun toter\nWool club loader, 4−5 in the holster\nAnd its the take over\nI’m shaking these bitches from off my cock\nAnd these haters up off my shoulder\nClaiming gangsta but you so coward\nTalking bout trepos\nSissy ass bitch then take yo ass to Chuck Wilder\nWomen’s prison and you still probably won’t last for a hour\nYou a nigga scared to death you gon' get raped in the shower\nBy 6 dikes slapping yo ass with towels\nYou’ll probably move yo bowels\nYou’ll probably piss on yourself and crumble like a ball of powder\nSee we fo sho' folk, 9−7 four-door\nBlack Game claiming throwing signs out the window\nWe keep it all «G», since elementary\nWe represented from the block to penitentiary\nMake em remember me, Burn one the O. G\nI’m going out black clothes out, fro’d out, thats Gangsta!\nHe just asked me «Pimp why you? my trick?»\nHoes tell that nigga my name\nFrank Dingaling bitch\nI’m that fat daddy hall\nFifth of Hen, hydro, bull dagger and her friend\nI’m a fat nasty dog\nI make these hoes crawl\nPlus I’m gangsta bought\nBust at my enemy\nPlus I’m in they main girl draws\nYou ain’t no kin to me\nSo nigga keep my name out yo mouth\nYou talkin shit I’ll cock this trigga bitch and run in yo house\nAnd lay you down\nLet me come into your house\nSo piss on the ground\nCock this pistol into your mouth\nAnd don’t make a sound\nThere’s no way in and there’s no way out\nSo bring me your?\nI’m bumping New Edition’s «Candygirl»\nWhen Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike had a curl\nThat’s gangsta\nYou heard gangstas make the world turn round\nWell shit’s gon' continue popping while fire burn on the ground\nNow that’s gangsta!