Gangsta Around Your Way

hat's goin' on party people, gangstas, gangstresses, and skee-holes

I know y'all feeling my lingo, this just a throwaway record, not the single

Your favorite rapper, even he know, but he don't wanna give it up, he got a ego

He ain't hot on the streets though, I came to take what he got like the repo

See every hood got a Deebo, back niggas down while they playing cee-lo

Some niggas try to play hero, but they scared to death of him on the lee-low

They say they can't wait till he go, but when he died, they cried R.I.P. yo

If you feelin' what I mean though, grip your fuckin' Desert Eagles

You ever had a gangsta around your way

Tellin' niggas they can't hustle unless they pay

He used to stick up all the weed spots

He got chased by the beat cops

You heard shots he was to blame

Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained

You ever had a gangsta around your way

Walk up to the dice game, niggas scared to play

He used to stick up all the crack spots

He got chased by the black cops

You heard shots he was to blame

Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained

Front on Saratoga, you won't make it to Howard

Don't come around here with that, we don't allow it

While I'm in the crib telling my girl to iron my outfit

Niggas outside bustin' shots like they 'bout it

I can't tell you how many shots, I couldn't count it

But I could tell it was somethin' big the way it sounded

I dried myself off with a towel after I showered

Came outside with the hammer, no doubt about it

This nigga layed out, the people had him surrounded

"Call a ambulance, I'm shot", that's what he shouted

Niggas making my hood hot, they gon' get outed

If they was lookin' for some drama they just found it

They say he a powerful man, but he a coward

He think he powerful but he 'bout to get overpowered

Yea I know his crew roll deep, I wouldn't doubt it

To me that only mean his funeral gon' get crowded

I see a lot of new faces, tell them niggas to clear it out

Walkin' through 'em, I ain't talkin' to 'em, I air 'em out

Shake a nigga hand, if he a fan, I hear him out

Stand in my stance, if he take a chance, I wear 'em out

You said you know kid and I went in your man mouth

Keep it to yourself, I don't care what you care about

Niggas play tough but at time it pan out

Got a lot of rocks in my watch - it stand out

So fly, man I even iced my band out

I'm flyer than the cars that the promoter hand out

But that's another subject, it's a upset

See your homie suffer, you wonder who gon' get touched next

I handle my own drama, niggas is suspect

Watch you get shot, they stand there with the rubber neck

Touch one of mines, I leave a motherfucker wet

This for the G's who died, much respect

Yeah, it rained when my homie Mel Greene died

It rained when the god Ball True died

It rained when my homie Ran-Ran died

It rained when that nigga Ike Polo died

It rained when the god Allah died

Yeah, all my homies who went back to the essence... gone but not forgotten

The list goes on... Told y'all I was gon' make it... Thug-A-Cation