Lloyd Banks - You Trying To Be A Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] {COME ON!} Pa** that blunt! {LLOYD BANK$!... WHAT?} [Chorus:] Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK"!} Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, Everybody knows {GOD-...} you're a wa*ksta... {DAMN!} [Verse 1:] You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!) I'll f** around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO!} I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on, Fame'll make a b**h smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo!} They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu, Yo' sh**s weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!) I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!) I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo!} My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill But instead he trippin' [2 gun co*ks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!) These n***as petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em, Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!) We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the b**hes adore us, They chew a n***a up on da tour bus. {GET BACK!} Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!) The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!) [Chorus:] Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? {PICK THIS RECORD!} Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {WHASSUP?} Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? [shot] Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {DON ROBINSON... } Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... [shot] {WHAT?} [scratches] {COME ON! } [Verse 2:] These n***az want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin', When I'm around, b**hes start shakin' and tremblin'. (uh-huh!) I like 'em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian, Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} You won't believe what I'm swimmin' in, [shot] I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!) I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!) These n***az ridin' 'round crushed up in a Coop - likin' tighter than a Bob Sleder. You a actor! - Better yet a actress! Start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. (YEAH!) Dog, I'm not like a lot of heads, Trust me! I'll put a switchblade in yo' [shot] nostrol like Radamez. {DAMN!} And at the time a ladies man. Icey watch! - Navy band! Play me blam! {Whoooooo! } My records should be 80 grand, Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - n***a! (YEAH!) {WHAT?} [Chorus:] Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? [shot] Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {G-UNIT RECORDS!} Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... {WHAT?} Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!) But ya really a b**h a** n***a, ain't ya? Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, Everybody knows you're a wa*ksta... [Outro:] {HATE HOT! } Yeah! You b*tch-a** n***a! Y'all n***as broke! {LICK!} And I'm gettin' better! And better... {JESSIE!} and better... and better! It gotta hurt man... G-UNIT! {WHAT?} [shot] [beat stops]