What's up gangsta?
What's up?
We need to kick some * about these
old fake ass motherfucking gangstas.
Yeah.
We'll let my god damn niggas kick some * man.
Yeah.
Feel for a thug in my god damn nigga's car face.
Check it out.
Oh *!
I gotta come with a hard blunt about these
studio gangstas and the * that they say
they done.
Their minds is getting too strong.
How the * you kill a nigga on every motherfucking song?
I'm getting tired of this * *.
Ain't trying to pull some *.
Instead of writing that bullshit.
Write some * that's gonna stick.
Cause you ain't *.
Your crew ain't *.
I knew that *.
I never seen you in a hood, hoe.
I never seen you throwing things in a motherfucking fight,
bro.
You's a fake ass gangsta.
Tell me.
The double O gone label you as a studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Rapping about * that you ain't really doing.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
I know your punk ass ain't even shot a gun.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Walking around town like you own something.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Covered in rap *.
Your ass gets nut.
Niggas * up * up in the studio.
Speaking all that wicked and wack
* about they grew up in the ghetto.
But * it.
That * is just a big front.
I oughta beat your motherfucking ass for pulling out that house thug.
Gangstas.
Fake gangstas.
Oh yeah, I'm snitching.
You're bitching.
Because you're living your life in superstition.
* all that bullshit.
It's stepping up blood.
It feels like you up like a split.
And you will end up dead in the stiff.
Step out the studio and face up to reality.
Flexing this like a man.
But you a H-O, y'all.
A Lee Kuan Teng star.
Welcome to my territory, bitch.
Bring it on.
Catch a squad,
motherfucker,
and let's get it on.
* with the underground.
Bitch, we going toe to toe.
Get you like a snapshot.
After that, it's guns and ammo.
And see your blood dripping on the concrete.
Brush you with my shotgun.
Bitch, you're going six feet.
* with the wrong niggas.
Coming out the fifth.
* the motherfuckers.
Real niggas want some real *.
So get yourself some nuts and quit acting like a hoe.
And raise a little bitch ass up, nigga.
Out the studio.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
The niggas out the nickel are coming to feel your capital,
yeah.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
I want to get rich, y'all.
Fat son of a *, y'all.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Niggas want to shake, y'all.
Trying to be a gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Your life is in danger.
Niggas want it, I tell you.
I ripped off * in 86, slinging cocaine.
16 years old, introduced to this dope game.
Couldn't tell me *,
plus I had * happening.
And had a big back, nigga.
Long for this rapping.
So I spent cash for me experience, bitch.
But you niggas keep ripping that studio *.
And me, I gots to ask the question, why?
Because you ain't killing *, nigga.
Let * die.
So why do you insist on being that truth?
Knowing good and goddamn well yourself is the fruit.
Look, max drive left with elbows and bows.
And pimps kill bitches and don't * they hoes.
And real hustlers got to get it,
no matter the cost.
Because money talks and bullshit walks.
So back the * up with the *.
Because you're stuck, you want to get bucked.
Then bring it on, nigga.
You'll get your ass trucked.
Because you're way too short to be a banger.
And way too small to * around with this cliffhanger.
Check it from a big banker.
You ain't *, you punk bitch.
But a punk ass studio gangsta.
Studio gangsta.
Laying in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
in that,
bang,
bang,
bang,
bang.
That's all I'm hearing on these niggas *.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
Good shot, shot, bop, bop, bop.
You always grabbing your Glock.
You always reaching for your nine.
You always pulling out your AK-47, nigga.
Pull out this AK-47, you punk ass motherfucker.
AK-47 is dick in your mouth, bitch.
And I'm kicking some real ass motherfucker *.
Telling you how it is, motherfucker.
You want to do a drive-by, bitch?