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[Chorus: Saint
Think it's a game 'til them come out
I bang out your brains hang out..
.. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a nigga
Think it's a 'til them thangs come out
I out 'til your brains hang out..
.. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a nigga

[Beanie
It was a, moon in the beginnin of March
Bout the end of '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin and spinnin
Cats big hats slammin Cadillac doors
Who hoes, you losin hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no
Niggaz wanna LoJack, your bitches, shack your bitches
I up, smack my bitches
You wanna fuck your bitches
I duck my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where car keys?
Crack topic, back it
Thirty-one long black top it, you stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back (bitch)
not a game, prick

Straight nigga.. uhh, uh-huh-UHH-UHH
Straight gangsta nigga..
call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, 90's
Now you can find me, girlie me, holdin my mink up
Ice ring in the air, drinkin my drink up
Top down, in the air, blowin that stink up
It's seldom I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a, about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician - rap precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid
Now divide and slide
I, young Vito, of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for
it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, me _The Blueprint_
Sold dope (and) sold crack (and) soap (and) sold rap (and)
bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy

Purpose for man - worship Allah, you die
Purpose of my gun - run in yo' and take pies
of my son - raise him to do the same
Clip blazin it through brains
Strip, use it 'til it's out
Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this
And real as these five salaats, we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red stops
where connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin on the dope size, we slide it from (?)
With hammers with hollows you feel we we're both risin
They killed your you strapped and you won't ride and
think cause I rap that I won't (?)
Play O-Dog in _Menace_ and men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin the gas
Hoes on the strip, bringin cash in

[Lil
It's C the young gunner, they call me the boy
Without caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in
Metal detectors in school, for every nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the
Good with math but I skipped it in
Ankle to shop but I'm with them tools
Shit, why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, and holla, uhh
Out on my own, out with the chrome
And nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't a business, it's just the way I
get it consistantly, flip it the day I'm gone
Scream any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a in my palm
And been paid since the day I was
But these lames think it's a 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh