Sticky Fingaz - We Bring Gangsta lyrics

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Sticky Fingaz - We Bring Gangsta lyrics

[Intro] Light it up Major Independents, the foundation Stick the f** up, n***a Sticky Fingaz, officially on some bullsh**, n***a n***as see me, they better have a motherf**in' smile on they face sh** gon' get pushed in, yo [Verse 1] On every mixtape n***as battling, I swear they frontin' But they be talking made sh** like they real or somethin' All I hear is "blah blah this" and "blah blah that" If you gangsta, why I ain't hear no (*gunshot*) n***as always show me love ‘cause they scared I'ma spaz Bust they head with a bottle, stab 'em up with the gla** I see 'em up in the club, I swear to God they fake And they take four good clink, clink, clink Clinks on they face until the bottle breaks f** the nonsense, I'll beat you till you f**ing unconscious No wonder all the media portray us as monsters Stick the gun in your mouth, down to your tonsils 'Less you could take a human life with no remorse Like a little insect you just steppin' on Turn around, walk past, [?] up out of here [?], Stick Fingaz, get the f** out of here Doc said I had a problem, something wrong with me A rare symptom called, "Everything belong to me" I steal so much, surprised I ain't locked away I even stole some chronic from Dr. Dre Yo' money's my money, now how much we got? Two years worth of rent on your neck could get you shot n***as think I'm crippin', the way I leave this sh** bloody Only thing better than money is other people's money [Hook] Them guns, we let 'em go, yo We quick to let 'em go, yo We bring gangsta to you Why would you f** with a n***a like me? Knowing that I live and I die by the heat Why would you think that I wouldn't see? You, catch you off guard out in these streets [Verse 2] That don't make you gangsta ‘cause you got shot, that's so stupid The n***a that's gangsta is the one that do the shootin' The world crazy, y'all ain't rap too tight Where the best [?] black and the best rapper's right Here motherf**er! What the f** you thought? It's n***as like you that land n***as like me in court Tell the truth, y'all n***as don't be using them Glocks It's like Lil Kim starting up a group with Fox On the real, what the f** could y'all do to me? If I had security, be there to protect you from me Oh, you ain't know? n***a, I'm a walking court case Got a 25 to life right here on my waist But f** that sh**, I ain't doing time for no heater Swallow the shells, a empty burner's just a misdemeanor f** the radio, the game is fake I seen three Pacs, two Biggie's and at least one Ma$e Turn on BET, y'all be surprising me Everybody nice in the game [?] for me It got hot soon as you know who stepped in I don't dance, I'm a thug, I got two left Timbs Stick be dishing out the lead shells Come around me and start walking on eggshells Getting you set up is not a prob Who you thought taught 50 Cent how to rob? [Hook] Them guns, we let 'em go, yo We quick to let 'em go, yo We bring gangsta to you Why would you f** with a n***a like me? Knowing that I live and I die by the heat Why would you think that I wouldn't see? You, catch you off guard out in these streets [Outro] Major Independents, n***a Stomping y'all n***as the f** out We too ill, we too sick We got too many guns, too many k**ers There's too many of us, y'all n***as is dead

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