Dr. Butcher - Gangsta Gangsta lyrics

[Ma Barker] What, n***a, Black {*censored*} Fam Y'all don't f**in want it, you heard Listen up b**h either ride or collide with me, this side right You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me You know the history of the guys with me? Extortion, kidnappin Murder in the first, n***as live to die Hungry and they bloodthirst, my Dunn guns the worst We can get it to poppin off like July the 4th On any day of the month b**h we get it to jump Black {*censored*} Fam, my n***as ain't scared to dump So what the f** you want beef for, you squeamish Start to hyperventilate you see a n***a start to hemorrhage {*censored*} Fam don't start sh**, we regret the finish b**h n***a, we really live this, we mean business We even got teachers in the school where your kids is Nannies inside where your cribs is Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is Black {*censored*}, secret society b**h You get found with the fishes [Kool G Rap] Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's Blood all over the nice Mauries Stutterin b**h, who you know spit more gutter than this? Smack a n***a with the bu*t of the fifth We guerillas and thugs in the midst Was cold before I flooded the wrist Big heist sh**, blood on the bricks Bag it up, bubble the strip One days work, a couple of whips .. then more than double the chips Supreme Queens n***a with a BK click You just a weak fake b**hes whatever n***a the heat spray quick Y'all n***as can't do sh** but peep the gray wrist CGP in the face of your chick, comin f'real with it Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it No matter who the f** you are, you can still get it Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it Far as your corny-a** click, they gotta deal wit it [Hook: Black Guerilla Fam] We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta) Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta sh** (gangsta gangsta) You a n***a or a b**h keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta) Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these f**in gangstas get [Male Black Guerilla Fam member] Aiyyo s** money and d**, that's my life Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife b**h prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle sh** make dough, that's my bubble No one's project beef, that's my struggle I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle Who the f** wanna fire at me? For every shot a n***a shoot, my mac-11 firin three You got wars, nores, lazy {?} Et cetera, Black {*censored*} Fam, we bang harder Bandana Montana streetsweep carver Shots connect, your bones I disconnect Bring your skull back home like I bone collect One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed Tasmania, Brooklyn - that's my set Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck [Another male member] I dare anybody play like Laze Mike Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight Take flight to Queens with your fake ice Pull you out the back of the trunk And put your face in the brake light You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad You runnin round with the same heart that Steel had I'm the best, I don't give a f** who said so Have you dopefiend like Lazy, let go Don't get your head ga**ed off my nice chain, word to my mother I done lost half your life in a dice game I don't brag sh**, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen I want the green the fame sh** is for s**ers I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin to touch ya b**h n***a recognize that or learn to suffer [Hook] - repeat 3X