Trae Tha Truth - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics

(Chorus-Trae) I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block [Verse 1-Trae] I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Twenty inch 4's, they don't make these on the drop If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a n***a stop I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the Glock I'm a damn fool puttin broke n***as outta stock Take a picture b**h send it to my n***as on lock I'm a a**hole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock A sick mouth piece-I talk a b**h right up out the cot I'm 'Tha Truth'if you say a n***a name And I'll be there to cross ya a** if you say a n***a lame I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame So when they see me tippin slow-they get the f** up out the lane All Star in the game, money longer then a train I finally got fly and I don't think I'm finna change Thirty stacks out the safe so they see a n***a change Fifty mo stacks now they know a n***a name Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof I'm bout to take my right hand and run it thru a n***a tooth I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth Tell them dickridin n***as that I'm the mothaf**in truth, Real Talk! (Chorus-Trae) I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block [Verse 2-Trae] Ay a n***a wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south With a bunch of ignorant n***as that'll take it to ya house In a click of black whips everytime a n***a floss I tell a b**h to give me head, and tell a b**h to get lost It ain't nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone If you think I'm goin broke my n***a that's where you wrong If the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I'm gone I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones But I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song Now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet Ostrich in the whip got haters on deck If they thinkin that was somethin tell e'm see me in a sec Everytime I pull up on e'm I'ma leave they face wrecked(haha) I'll shut a b**h down, have e'm shook when I'm around Get e'm if they pride high try to run it to the ground Ain't sh** to get the click and make n***as get out of town If you ever see this gangsta, then hit e'm up with a sign (Chorus-Trae) I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block [Verse 3-Trae] I'm a gangsta n***a you can tell when I walk Right off the rip I check a b**h, and you can tell when I talk I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought And if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets And if I need to check a b**h I get right back to the beats And if I need to touch a b**h I'm finna put e'm to sleep And have his body out of function for a number of weeks a**hole n***a never will I fold And I represent the hood everywhere a n***a roll I don't know what you was told but my boxin game cold You try it you gon'be the first n***a that's gettin stoled Then I'm back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship I just released the top now they sayin I'm a trip They hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip 4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip I'm the one and I gotta let they a** know Thinkin somethin slow and I'ma have to let my last go I'll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow Let the world know I'ma mothaf**in a**hole! (Chorus-Trae) I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block