Gangsta Shit feat. JAY-Z,Ja Rule

歌詞

Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit I understand why y'all niggaz is mad at me Sittin' around like, "Damn, that could be me" All the cars and the bitches, livin' lavishly But there's only one problem: y'all ain't bad as me Who could flip a record company from a half a ki? Then drop a gold album, do the math with me Turn right around and go platinum, that would be Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you tell me the amount? Since you gossip like groupies, notice please I never go broke my name got two G's J I two G A, I flip that Up on the platinum and be on the next day I be right there when your mics blow out I was there when your lights went on and when you lights go out I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out I'm the stuff niggas write about, Jigga's a legend J-Hova, end of the session, fuck with me now Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit We live from the 718 Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your plate Two knocks on your door, one gun in your face Two blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe Place the safe in the bath tub, I got one plyer You better hope this money don't catch fire You so soft, no mask, no rope, one clip and I Let this nigga run around untie, I swear to God You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud Soft as a baby bottom, you know Jay-Z spot him I haven't heard him in a while and you know how come? His little faggot's in the corner dialing 911 Snatched the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' your money and drugs? In the underworld we take care of beef ourself And another thing yo, we police ourself Either you follow the codes or don't sell cocaine This life will swallow you whole, so get out the game Go to church every Sunday, nigga, and pray hard And drug dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job Fuck [Incomprehensible] Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangstam gangsta shit Nigga who else pop guns and rap jewels Meanwhile burning in hell, child We the center of attention Show me love for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men Gangsters, shit, get coke and sugar boughs Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own Even though the Feds got a sweatin' grip in the chrome Commuter case is disclosed, they tappin' the telephones Dialin' a 213 zone now Got some ladies, slap a bitch up and send her down Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me But every time I look away, he's hittin' me blindly I'm lookin' for the light, baby, and here it is But soon as the nigga smilin', darker the night gets That's why we gangstas and y'all players Take two to the heart, Inc., world most Murderous Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit Who got the gangsta, gangsta shit? We got the gangsta, gangsta shit