Gangsta (feat. Richie G Rich Porter & Bettina Okzana) [Clean]

Gangsta
Until you get caught
Now you up in court
Taking stands
Giving reports

Gangster
Until I punch you dead in your Mouth
Now you running to the cops
Roll the the next clip

So you want to be a gangster
Ok sit down take a seat

Not made for the weak
Don't leave home without heat

Make that bickering
BS come to a cease

Claim you want beef
Then called the police

Please
I'm not taking no
Buster to court

Catch on the murk
Knock em straight off the porch

On that hot boy
That ShawRoad

That mess that l get
A lame
Killed quick

Gangsta
Until you get caught
Now you up in court
Taking stands
Giving reports

Gangster
Until I punch you dead in your Mouth
Now you running to the cops
Roll the the 1st clip
Let me tell y'all
Don't mater

What color you represent

Who you are
Who you know
Who you with

Hear you talk a lot of
It Don't make since

You know what car I drive
Matter of fact where you live

Don't matter with grandma
Or out with wife and kids

Where ever I see you at
Game over that's it

Forget that talking come on
Let's get this lit

Oh I forgot
You don't live that life

It's just a scrip

Gangsta
Until you get caught
Now you up in court
Taking stands
Giving reports

Gangster
Until I punch you dead in your Mouth
Now you running to the cops
Roll the the next clip

Man it fells good to be a Gangsta

I can't teach the world to be a Gangsta
Man it feels good to be a Gangster

No studio
A real life gangster

These bullet ain't fake
These guns not fake
Not pretend

Hit you in are
Chest leg
Split wig

Do I really have to
Spend the block

Tell you again
Watch every word you say

Who you mess with with



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Meares, Bettina Killpatrick
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