Six Mil - Gangsta Act lyrics

[Intro: Crisis (Doc Doom) {​​​​Kurupt}​​​​] Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights) {​​​​Tell these b**h n***as to snatch up Before these b**h n***as get smashed up}​​​​ Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down) North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound) {​​​​Yeah, n***as Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, n***a) Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these b**h a** n***as) [Crisis] My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness Leave ya on the floor twitchin', b**hin' cuz ya here wit The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips f** who you roll wit, the f*ggot n***as don't control sh** We the opposite, lockin' sh**, while y'all blow dick Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff Label the memory, should've known the clones, d**h's the penalty Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist Ghetto sh**, could deaf the you and me Dirty documents, invest every slum in the continent The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin sh** I long dick tracks from the back, on the attack Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop Until it's finished, n***as is foul, cripple ya style Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react [Chorus: Roscoe] I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half a** gangsta raps Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act Now ain't that how a gangsta act [Doc Doom] Straight from out the bowels of k**a Cal' Where n***as don't smile at all Stick you up in broad daylight, f** waitin' until night fall Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet k**a sh**s, all you gon' hear from the k**a click k**a Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics Ya mix up in heavy light, only f** b**hes that's already tight To open they legs, so I can sweat it right Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists In this industry, you wanna hear sh**? Then call us At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, f** where ya fools from If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun On ya side, cuz I know a gang of n***as that done died In these streets, slippin' without a heat But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert [Chorus] [RuggedMonk] Monk rock mics over Hennessey bent Spittin' that real n***a sh** Hell nah real n***as don't die, we just get high and take flicks Smoke weed and hit licks, talk sh**, and hit tricks Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts That k**a Cal' sh**, Cadillac's and Regals and Low-lows Slippin' on them D's, the Knights will flatbed your low-low Pose for gangsta photos 'n' hightop chucks Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a f** Young n***as off the block uncontrolled, unorthodox Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days Wet like a tidal wave, you punks better behave When the Knights come through WE pushin' thru like trouble makers Unstoppable off the top, my brigade controls the block [Interlude: Kurupt] Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, n***a Check it out ... n***a [Kurupt] Gangsta, gangsta, b**hes and hoes Muthaf**as jack for they switches and folds I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson n***as Like Excalibur in separate sections, see Talon touch n***as like fingertips That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind Hit n***as in separable places at the same time Poetical stand bomb, n***a, scodelic relic Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin' Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds Save ya self n***a, cuz you know you don't want it Sixteen b**hes, sixteen switches Matrix and new glitches to canyon n***as in ditches Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, n***a [Chorus 2X]