Since 50 Dropped wa*ksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped wa*ksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image n***a But You Know You Aint Gangsta(Gangsta)
You Can Fool Yaself n***a But The Fact Still Remains You n***as Just Aint Gangsta(Gangsta)
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You Got Ya Braids To The Back(You Gangsta Rite)
Solja Rags And Some Tags(You Gangsta Rite)
So You Roll Wit A Clique(You Gangsta Rite)
Claim You Dont Date No sh**(You Gangsta Rite)
I See You Got Ya Golds In Ya Mouth(You Gangsta Rite)
But Them n***as Shot Up Ya House(You Gangsta Rite)
I Know You Aint Gonna Go Like That(Cuz You Gangsta Rite)
You Gangsta Rite(Rite), You Gangsta Rite(Rite) You Gangsta Get Real.
All You Animated Put Togther Popeye Thugs Need To Ea Ya Spinach Fo Ya Try To Step To Me Cuh
Aint Yosemite Sam Nor Elmer Fudd
Got A Mossberg Pump And It Filled With Slugs
Hit Ya Homie In Tha Mouth
You Ran Thats How Tha Cookie Crumble
Damn Dude Fast He Remind Me Of The Road Runner
You Aint Gon k** Nuthin Or Let Nuthin Die
Be Tha First To Testify To Tha FBI
Yo Gotti Got Guns We Aint Seen Before
Ar-15s, Red Beams And Scopes
Ya Moms House Got Sprayed
And Ya Mans Got Hit
You Was All On A Dinner Date Trickin To A b**h
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Yeen Shot Nobody
Yeen Sold No O's
Yeen Been On A Mission
Kicked Down No Doors
Yeen Pimped No b**hes
Yeen With No Riches
Yeen Cut A n***a Head And Made Em Go Get Stitches
Yeen Bout Yo Skrilla
And You Sho Aint A Boss
You Aint Help Yo n***as
You Cant Seen No Cross
You With Ya Ho Romantic
I Make Ya Panic
On the Map Cold Deala Like Shootin That Cannon
And Ya b**h Can Get It To
So Get A Cap Gun
Gangsta Why Tha f** You Run Wit A Gun
Real n***as Dont Press Charges
What Tha f** You Doin
You On Tha Stand Pointin Fingers At Preliminary Hearing
Me Vs The State And You Was The Victim
Thought You Said You Was A Solja
You Runnin With k**as
Yeah Tha Truth Hurts n***a
But Not More Than Bullets
I Make A Bond Get A Gun
Run Up On You And Pull It
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You n***as Square As A Pool Table
And Twice As Green
Type Of n***a Take All His Work And Front It To Fiends
Real Gangstas Get Money
And They Call Tha Shots
Got Block Burnas That Dont Rap
I Can Get You Shot
Every Now And Then n***as Tryna Get Tha Don k**ed
Thats Why I Neva Leave Tha House With Out My Heata Concealed
I Got One In Tha Cham When I Jump In That Range
Keep My Hand On Tha Trigga
I Blow Out Ya Brains
Leave Tha Club Switchin Lanes
Half A Life Doin A Hundred
Tryna Catch This Crash Dummy That Wont Pay Me My Money
Im From North Memphis n***a We Dont Play That sh**
You Threw Ya Door Fenders And Windas
And k** That b**h
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