Dipset bitch, Santana Yeah, 2004, a brand new muthafuckin' year I hope you know that, you already And we are in total control once a gain, nigga Dipset in the building, Santana, Jim Jones Killa muthafuckin' Cam, Freeky
Live the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at I'm back like cooked and I rap like cooked crack That's a good match and some good crack
My gun then the stove is on So hot I thought the stove was on But the stove was off, I was rollin' hot I was just rome the
Hard body, I'm a block Dodge squally, I know the cops I don't them rats, no, I don't condone in that I'm in my zone in fact, ain't no back
The mac when the beefin' is on Niggas cheat when on Niggas get reef its on They can't believe when on But it's me it's on
But it is and this is I do so What it is, what it be, the scoop, yo? Normally, I don't ask Normally, I just blast
But you an exception Your girl told me you just obsessed pussy And you can't fuck, you just the pussy I'm somethin' mean to My machine'll pop, off your halipino top
Now I've been seen in drop coops, Radar detectors, you can't catch me You just upset me copper, I'm on a jet ski
Now if this ain't gangsta and that gangsta what is gangsta? Nigga, I am gangsta, who ain't You gangsta
Now if ain't gangsta and that ain't gangsta Then what is Nigga, I am gangsta, who ain't You ain't
The is I'm what the games been needin' Food for thought, the fuck man you lames eatin' them lies I move the streets, do follow, I speed race, Not through the streets police do follow, so watch 'em
These niggas throw and sick, that's right We cold flashy and rich, plus we gun hoe And SPZ on a bitch 'cause we don't pay for the The cum we don't lay for the pussy
'em, watch 'em, got 'em, spot 'em Pop 'em, 'em, lay 'em down Now Lord, forgive us, for us Gangstas, say We all religious And y'all wangstas I swear you give us the
Dipset, the new black The ask us questions, man, we do not answer Life's too for me to pull my pants up I'm tryna let my hang, system out the truck bang, bang
That's certified gangsta, you about me Well, then you heard about I'll beat the off a nigga But I'm tryna keep the tapes off a
To get rich we do whatever we to do And when we hit the hood our be grabbin' you hundreds the 7th's Avenue And feel the pressure whenever we mashin' through
Now if this ain't and that ain't gangsta what is gangsta? Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta? You ain't
Now if this ain't and that ain't gangsta what is gangsta? Nigga, I am gangsta, who ain't You gangsta
You ain't gangsta, up, I grip a pump Squeeze 3 and any OG bitchin' up Man, he a missing chump and if not the big Our big shots, so doc stitch him up
I'm the city where it's easy to make doe Easy to bake hoes, it's to make 4's You gettin' them pencils, the and the checks know week they'll have you sittin' on stake road
HOC to CF to CF Can't hold me, I'm to this BS So imagine Bez on the phone gettin' key Fresh outta DC in the GS
That's how do go get a clip or 2 Fifth or glock, get a block, hit the spot, a few And for a brick or 2, the led I carry, I'm and your kids could get it too
Now if this gangsta and that ain't gangsta Then is gangsta? Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta? You gangsta
Now if this ain't gangsta and that ain't Then what is Nigga, I am gangsta, who gangsta? You ain't