Claimin They Gangsta

[talking:]

These niggaz think they gangsta, (Koopa)

Gangsta-gangsta, (Chamillitary mayn)

(Billy Cook, good looking out nigga)

[Hook: x2]

These niggaz, claiming they gangsta

They steady, claiming they down

But when my click come around, these niggaz shutting they mouth

Cause they know, it's going down

[Chamillionaire:]

Koopa shows lips are close, pistol in the big whip it shows

Rolling with the big fifth exposed, but don't you got the fo' fifth fa sho

When the camera's off then your gangsta's off, I hear you boys with that gangsta talk

But that talk is just in your head, isn't more than just gangsta thoughts

If you ever give that a try, tell the doctor to patch your eye

Send you flying right at the sky, gravitating like a NASA flight

Cubic zirconia, pretend they real but these niggaz is fake

Koopa ya knowing ya, really don't need to get it appraised

Not me cause I'm authentic, when beef come then I'm calm in it

If he talking that gangsta talk, then I hope that boy meant it

Yeah it'll really really show, you ain't gangsta and your whole city know

For really though a silly hoe, would be missing like me and one video

[Hook x2]

[Billy Cook:]

See I'm missing in a video, I'm missing on the radio

Call me the true, missing link to the puzzle yo

Why these suckers, claiming gangsta

When they clowns in bright suits, wearing girls that ain't gangsta

Real G's ball, fake pimps fall

Why you try to show us love now, cause we on TV now

I'm an R&B gangsta, rich boy slash thug

My rims outside, on 80 spokes on dubs

I got my own money dummy, VVS's in my necklace

Slabbed out looking good, and plates say Texas

I'm iced out by the ice king, Triple T

And Jay-D, B.M.G. on a sneak everybody know me

Billy Cook Superstar, I'm the truth in the booth

The Iverson of R&B, and I love to bang Screw

And ghetto dreams, and diamond rings

Call me, the ice king

[Hook x2]

[Archie Lee:]

Now where the gangstas at, cause everybody ain't gangsta

They claiming they set, but they ain't round when it's danger

So how you banging homie, if you ain't slanging homie

I keep one, up in the chamber homie

I got niggaz on my team, that's ready for beef

And we some hardheads, so we heavy in the streets

So if you come through the hood, tuck your charm and chain

Cause every nigga on the block, known for popping them thangs

And if we copping them thangs, then it's guns or bricks nigga

And if we cocking them thangs, you better run or get hit nigga

They call me Hitman, for the way I spit man

Street credibility, got a nigga sick man

And fuck being a role model, the 40 hold hollows

Put holes in you, bout the size of Coke bottles

We save the games, for the clowns

And when my click come around, you know that it's going down

[Hook x2]