Gangsta Shit
Mmmm, mmmmm
Uhh, this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I know you feel it
Uhh this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I know you hear it
I sit back of the caddy, haters mad at me
I don't pay em no minds, cuz they all unhappy
Seem to be oh so chatty, my body language do the talkin'
Tip my cap, pick up the cash, and then it's right back to bossin'
I'm more valuable than Faberge, some would say priceless
Gangsta's nowadays carry a license, that states they spineless
Imma hold it down 10 toes
Real folks been known
That I've never fucked my kin-folk and that's word to my Goomba Goomba
I'm present past and future
Never listen to the rumors
I'm too busy picking cloth and talking to producers
About how to suit ya, this and that bout new maneuvers
Women and karma sutra this is how I'm bout to do ya
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta shit, oh this That gangsta shit
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that, oh this that, oh this That
Whatchu say
Speak easy... when you talking to me
I know people twist they words like I twist trees
We always in through the back, rarely need I.D.
Cameras flash when we step, God damn he flee
Can't stop, can't rest, until my family at ease, EMCEE general, soldier at ease
Make it all look simple, fly, mack, rap and trap them P's
If I'm fire, gasoline is the fee
Caught lyin' kerosene in ya tea
Take the head off the top and pull a Chinese squeeze if you know what I mean or you Can just come clean but Please please please, bear me the trouble on all of that bull Shit
Uhh, this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta shit, si Se puede, oh this that gangsta shit
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, this that gangsta, si se puede, Mmm
When the smoke clears, who disappears, who's still here, to enjoy the cheers
Of celebration, universal vacations, different dimensions and matrix's
Gotta have ya wits about ya, cuz they play tricks and I 'don't say shit
I just back back back
With the way I act, act, act
Collect them stacks, stacks, stacks,
Imma Giant Like Andre,
3 Course dinner here's that entree
Blow just like Pompeii
Under the pressure we produce perfect diamonds
I'm more valuable than Cartier, some would call him timeless
On my party and Bullshit
Imma march in, with a full clip, but watch out for that dull tip, don't touch me I'm molten
And I'm kicking it with my Lava Mama, fuckin n smoking inside the sauna
Everything custom I'm my own designer
Build it brick by brick
Skin fine china
Spit them facts, cant call me a liar
Pick up that pack, man errthang fire, got a lil bit mo' stashed in the tire
Dressed to the 10's that's smashing attire
Crash, tie ya up, right upon arrival, G shit revival
Marathon goes on, mile by mile
R.I.P. to Nipsey
Shoutout to 50
Reppin that same last name as Biggie - WALLACE
Still living lawless, still living flawless, Grade D
R.I.P. Gigi, KOBE, the way it went down still feel so phony, all my homies know they can phone me GANG
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, thats 8, I know you feel it, 24,
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta, stay at it 24/8
Yeah, stay thuggin'
Oh this that gansgta shit
Oh this that gangsta shit
Uhh, this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I know you feel it
Uhh this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, I know you hear it
I sit back of the caddy, haters mad at me
I don't pay em no minds, cuz they all unhappy
Seem to be oh so chatty, my body language do the talkin'
Tip my cap, pick up the cash, and then it's right back to bossin'
I'm more valuable than Faberge, some would say priceless
Gangsta's nowadays carry a license, that states they spineless
Imma hold it down 10 toes
Real folks been known
That I've never fucked my kin-folk and that's word to my Goomba Goomba
I'm present past and future
Never listen to the rumors
I'm too busy picking cloth and talking to producers
About how to suit ya, this and that bout new maneuvers
Women and karma sutra this is how I'm bout to do ya
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta shit, oh this That gangsta shit
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that, oh this that, oh this That
Whatchu say
Speak easy... when you talking to me
I know people twist they words like I twist trees
We always in through the back, rarely need I.D.
Cameras flash when we step, God damn he flee
Can't stop, can't rest, until my family at ease, EMCEE general, soldier at ease
Make it all look simple, fly, mack, rap and trap them P's
If I'm fire, gasoline is the fee
Caught lyin' kerosene in ya tea
Take the head off the top and pull a Chinese squeeze if you know what I mean or you Can just come clean but Please please please, bear me the trouble on all of that bull Shit
Uhh, this sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta shit, si Se puede, oh this that gangsta shit
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that Gangsta shit, this that gangsta, si se puede, Mmm
When the smoke clears, who disappears, who's still here, to enjoy the cheers
Of celebration, universal vacations, different dimensions and matrix's
Gotta have ya wits about ya, cuz they play tricks and I 'don't say shit
I just back back back
With the way I act, act, act
Collect them stacks, stacks, stacks,
Imma Giant Like Andre,
3 Course dinner here's that entree
Blow just like Pompeii
Under the pressure we produce perfect diamonds
I'm more valuable than Cartier, some would call him timeless
On my party and Bullshit
Imma march in, with a full clip, but watch out for that dull tip, don't touch me I'm molten
And I'm kicking it with my Lava Mama, fuckin n smoking inside the sauna
Everything custom I'm my own designer
Build it brick by brick
Skin fine china
Spit them facts, cant call me a liar
Pick up that pack, man errthang fire, got a lil bit mo' stashed in the tire
Dressed to the 10's that's smashing attire
Crash, tie ya up, right upon arrival, G shit revival
Marathon goes on, mile by mile
R.I.P. to Nipsey
Shoutout to 50
Reppin that same last name as Biggie - WALLACE
Still living lawless, still living flawless, Grade D
R.I.P. Gigi, KOBE, the way it went down still feel so phony, all my homies know they can phone me GANG
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, thats 8, I know you feel it, 24,
This sound makes me sick, ohh this that gangsta shit, oh this that gangsta, stay at it 24/8
Yeah, stay thuggin'
Oh this that gansgta shit
Oh this that gangsta shit
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Writer(s): William Wallace
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