Gangsta Shit (featuring Doo Wop)

[Verse 1]

Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo

Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow

Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy

The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me

Homicide can't scare me

I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga

The type that can build with ya

Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given

Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty

Truly my only duty is to dodge prison

Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me

Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy

Doe forever, the live stay low forever

And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together

No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant

No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance

[Chorus]

Aiyo, holler if you with me niggaz

Swallow if you with me trick

Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta Shit)

I got niggaz in jail for life behind this (Gangsta Shit)

We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta Shit)

Play with me if you want to nigga

Trick where's my money at

You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit)

I wouldn't have it any way beside this (Gangsta Shit)

And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta Shit)

[Verse 2]

Listen, I'm not mixed with any studios tricks

And no special effects, that you see in flicks

It's all rugged, you gotta love it

College dorm tape back niggaz gotta dub it

Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart

I'm stand up

My photograph it's like a porch of art, please respect

Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don't do it

I firmly believe in finesse its no other

Come fuck with the clothe lover

Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking hoe toucher toast with me

It's like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me

For self rock smoke a whole 50, I'm way different

Only bitch niggaz stay riffing

Show boating til they lay stiffing

Do the knowledge, smooth niggaz move lovers

Holla back it's on you daddy, you decide it

Throw the dice

[Chorus]

I'm adored by the most live

Hustler or rap nigga toured on both sides

It's all the same, spot game do a close die

Won't close shop until mother-fuckers know tie

Recognize prepare for the second rise

I'm certified, currency is what I'm specialize

So pay homage, relate like the Masonic

Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage

We all trapped, don I started all of that

Jewels and bottles, y'all bums y'all need to fall back

Ya'll all birds, speaking using wrong words

Fuck a woofer, this winter I'm rocking long furs

Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked

Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me

Crab niggaz can't be me

Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me

It ain't easy

[Chorus]