If I Could Then I Would

(*talking*)

Yeah, nigga gangsta shit

See what a nigga gotta realize is

That a nigga, really don't like doing what he do

But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me

[Hook]

If I could then I would, stop slanging caine

Cause I know, that I should

But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood

And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood

I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta

[Lil' O]

All I do is gangsta shit

Go to work grab the four, spank the brick

All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip

I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit

So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face

Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe

All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes

You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight

Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter

And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter

Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler

Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler

Dear Lord, have mercy

I'm a greedy motherfucker, and I'm thirsty

I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me

I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me

[Hook: Lil' O]

[Hook: Mack Biggers]

[Mack Biggers]

Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn'

Cause my dog, need four of them zones

Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone

Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone

Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost

I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt

Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house

And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth

What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route

And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about

Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash

Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask

Knock a nigga do' down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag

And don't flinch, my reactions are bad

I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag

My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have

[Hook]

[Hook: Scrilla]

[Scrilla]

It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time

With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine

I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South

Stepping on work, like a rug in your house

My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows

But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl

Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey's

And if you burn, nigga your trust ain't worthy

What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale

And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail

I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce

Cause our life, is rough around the edges

That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose

I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe

And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes

If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world

[Hook: Scrilla]

[Hook: Lil' O]

(*talking*)

I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherfucking gangsta

I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherfucking gangsta

I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherfucking gangsta

We can't help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas