Nigga we can handle this like some gentelmen

Or we can get into some gangsta shit

(Gangsta Shit)

(Gangsta Shit)



Chorus



Ya'll mother fuckers want some gangsta shit

But ya'll mother fuckers aint ready for this



I knew he was bluffin

High of that blunt he was puffin

Talkin all that shit

Now his whole click sufferin

Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I

Shock the whole world

Its just that block keep us tied in

His own killer cried

In the spot that he deid in

Went to rest from her tears

Off the blood that he died in

We ridin'

Just becouse It's death before dishonor

An I'ma

Make you bitches pay for this drama

(gangsta shit)



Did you say drama

Snatched the extra keys

To my Hummer

It's simply eight niggas

About to head for this drama

Homicidal breakin windpipe

They keep it comin

Till them players like a fist fight

Done turned into a shit site

So when its midnight

Its survival of the fitest

Were nowhere near brother this 45

Nobody knows who did this

Nigga I ride with a gangsta bitch

Smokin bees while I bump

In this gangsta shit



Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit



Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit



Niggas we just talk like men

So put your strap down

All of us are killers

In the set

And we dont back down

Do or Die for life

Mutherfuckers and you know

Niggas be commin with pistol

When its time they dont show

Niggas talk that bite

What they done made

And all that dumb shit

Fool we done shut you down

For round for round

Cus you dont rush shit

Throwin extra clips and all that shit

And we gone waste ya

Relissin naked bones up on the pavement

When we face ya



If a red Buick's grey'd out

Forty niggas in the black streets

Came out the Cain house

Left a nigga lyin for dead

Screamin one of his hommies names out

I was thirteen rained out

Couldnt see identify

Two keys and fifty G's

And one dead nigga off inside

Now we ride

Smokin bees

And contimplatin

Just be normal out

Plus we a combination

Now mark his words

Paper chasin gon get you face down

Whoosh

With one bullet I leave you face down





Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit



Yall mutherfuckers want some gangsta shit

But yall aint ready for no gangsta shit