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Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

I understand why niggaz is mad at me
Sittin' around like, "Damn, that be me"
All the cars and the bitches, livin'
But there's only one problem, y'all bad as me

Who could flip a record from a half a ki?
Then a gold album, do the math with me
Turn right around and go platinum, that be
Fuck it, I lost count, why don't you me the amount?

Since you like groupies, notice please
I never go broke my got two G's
J I two G A, I that
Up on the and be on the next day

I be right there when mics blow out
I was there when lights when on and when you lights go out
I'm right there the same ice to light up your house
Just bright to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out

I'm the stuff niggas write about, a legend
J-Hova, end of the session, fuck me now

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta

We live the 718
Got my chick in DMV at this very runnin' your plate
Two knocks on your door, one gun in face
Two of C-4, I put one in your safe

Place the in the bath tub, I got one plyer
You hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft, no mask, no rope, one and I
Let this run around untie, I swear to God

You know the that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud
Soft as a baby bottom, you Jay-Z spot him
I haven't heard him in a while and you know how
His little faggot's in the corner 911

the phone, get a grip, dog, you 'posed to be tough
What you tellin' the cops, huh, I'm takin' money and drugs?
In the underworld we take of beef ourself
And another thing yo, we police

Either you follow the codes or don't cocaine
This life will you whole, so get out the game
Go to church Sunday, nigga, and pray hard
And dealer, hehe, don't quit your day job
Fuck

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta

Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, shit?
We got the gangstam gangsta

Nigga who else pop and rap jewels
Meanwhile in hell, child
We the center of
Show me for my nigga blazin', my niggas is made men

Gangsters, shit, get coke and boughs
Got hoes for home and never fuck they own
Even though the Feds got a sweatin' in the chrome
Commuter case is disclosed, they the telephones

Dialin' a 213 now
Got some ladies, a bitch up and send her down
Feelin' me, I wanna put this behind me
But every time I look away, he's hittin' me

I'm for the light, baby, and here it is
But soon as the smilin', darker the night gets
That's why we gangstas and players
Take two to the heart, Inc., most Murderous

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, gangsta

Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit
Who got the gangsta, gangsta
We got the gangsta, shit