8th Wundah - Gangsta lyrics

[1st Verse: Divine] Take a look around, all I do is skate through ya town/ Cake in ya town, take you clowns - straight up and down Show you how, when this money move, operation is smooth/ Hate how I do, the great 'ill rule, no stopping my cruise Pop at ya crew, get the drop on you, can't talk to the Feds/ We watching you, impossible, can't talk when you dead Hard to live, when the God 'ill give a price for ya head/ Bomb these kids, marvelous, we precise wit' the lead Let them guns talk, my n***as known to run New York/ Leave you done in the chalk, bust off, like it was a sport Leave you caught in the cross, slugs torque, like the sun when it scorch/ No love, no remorse, ya soldiers soft, can't f** wit' a boss This ain't no breakout, at a steakhouse, I don't f** wit' the beef/ Just pull my ace out, and blaze out, leave 'em touched when I eat I master cipher born, my n***as we be getting it on/ Set it off, and wet it off, leave you wet and we gone [Hook 1X: Divine] I'm, (gangsta), my click is, (gangsta), we, (gangsta), straight up, (gangsta)/ The God is, (gangsta), my squad is, (gangsta), Brooklyn is, (gangsta), New York is, (gangsta) I'm (gangsta), my click is, (gangsta), we, (gangsta), straight up, (gangsta)/ The God is, (gangsta), my squad is, (gangsta), Brooklyn is, (gangsta), New York is, (gangsta) [2nd Verse: Divine] If you only knew what me and my n***as could do to you, would do to you/ Shoot at you and ruin you, so crucial it's beautiful So yeah, you got a chain, but yo you got no brains/ Plot's so lame, stop, drop, it's not no game Pop and flame, how y'all trying rock my name/ Stop my fame, hate they gotta watch my reign You claim I f** wit' the Feds, kid you f**ed in your head/ I just sh** on grimey n***as, spit and piss on grimey n***as It's all science my n***as, quick to figure it out/ It gets violent my n***as, clips is spitting 'em out What my vision about, ain't wise for you to listen and doubt/ What y'all riffing about, y'all n***as trying to slip in my route The original Don Dadda, hotter, and blow lava/ Criminal, bomb harder, gangsta, the Godfather I get it crazy baby, no if's , and's, or maybe's/ Can't play me, or fade me, flow is grands, so pay me [Hook 1X] Xxxxxx Xxxxxx ain't, (gangsta), Xxxxx Xxxxxx ain't, (gangsta)/ Xxxxxxx Xxx' ain't, (gangsta), y'all know y'all n***as ain't, (gangsta) Newport n***as ain't, (gangsta), y'all fake n***as ain't, (gangsta)/ My Brooklyn n***as break, (gangsta), they some k**ers, straight, (gangsta) [3rd Verse: Divine] I'm too live for y'all, too wise for y'all/ Keep my third eye evolved, keep my eyes on y'all These Xxx' and Xxx' crabs is f*gs, yo y'all n***as is weak/ I move wit' n***as elite, my n***as is deep Thinking you get it off, cause you safe in Newport/ The weaker the bet is off, you get raped in New York Wish I could take you out, show y'all life in this game/ Gangsta sh**, y'all get slayed quick, blow ice when I bang Y'all nothing, trying keep fronting, nobodies to me/ Even that n***a X-xxxx, nobody to "D" Let that n***a live, my prerogative in the bing/ Got witnesses, that witnessed it, my k**ers is king Got 'em kissing my ring on Don sh**, they respect God sh**/ But yo I been scarred kid, I was born for a hard bid Now as large as I live, monsterous, it's marvelous/ I bomb 'em again, no comp' for Allah's arsonist [Hook] © 2005 4th Letter Music (BMI)/Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)