Stitches - I'm Just A Gangsta (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Stitches] I pull out my AK and shoot anythin' movin' If the FEDS come pick me up I tell them f** boys to prove it Some say I'm out of my mind, some say I'm out of control This ain't no game, lil' boy: ain't no remote control I take the flesh off yo face, like I'm Hannibal (I will!) You got snitch in your blood? I find out now you got a bullet hole I heard you snitched on your mom, I heard you snitched on yo ho' I always have a motherf**in' feeling in my stomach not to serve you up [Hook - Stitches] You ain't got nothin' (Broke!) Stop all the frontin' (You broke!) I'm gon' shoot all of my rounds and I miss nothin' Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!) Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!) And that ain't happen over night I'm just a gangsta (2x) [Verse 2 - Compton Menace] Look... I'm gettin' money and they know that Got an oldschool with them Cali plates See I'm on the crime with that pistol on me Still stuck in my Cali ways All these n***as talkin', but they frightened on me I see 'em broke but they hatin' on me Just hit their a** with that real sh** Cause I'm a cold n***a and I don't feel sh** Look, everybody wanna f** with a real n***a Gotta get it goin' and I'm tryna get it From the booth to the motherf**in' kitchen k**in' game on, never leave a witness Real sh**, n***a, know that I did it Tell is me, but I'm already fitted Black Lambo' first one quitted Make a header when I tell you that it's rented Got a bad b**h and she don't talk sh** Just get the car when I spark sh** We ain't in the club, we won't lost sh** Just hoppin' out and I don't park sh** See, my n***a called, I said "pull up" Gonna make a plan on that hard sh** Look, these haters say they pullin', I just tell 'em [Hook - Stitches] [Verse 3 - Stitches] I'm a gangsta with a gangsta grill Start a problem with me? I put the gun to yo grill I just chugged the fo' all the lean I need a refill You got fake in yo blood, what's in my blood is real Every track I jump on I k** Call me Stitches: or call me track murderer Make a diss track about me and I'm gon' have to murder ya If I don't wanna dirty my hands them bands will take care of ya And my goons? Will finish the job, bruh Cause if they don't come back with your motherf**in' head Imma be pissed (I swear!) Hit the goons with my fist I swear about this I swear on your hood I'm Stitches, n***a (You know me) And I dare somebody that say that I won't pull the trigger [Hook - Stitches]