U A Gangsta Rite?

Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(this ya boy yo gotti)

Since 50 dropped wanksta erbody a gangsta(gangsta)

Yeah, you put on ya gangsta image nigga but you know you aint gangsta(gangsta)

You can fool yaself nigga but the fact still remains you niggas just aint gangsta(gangsta)

Chorus:

You got ya braids to the back(you gangsta rite)

Sold ya rags get some tags(you gangsta rite)

So you roll wit a clique(you gangsta rite)

Claim you dont date no shit(you gangsta rite)

I see you got ya golds in ya mouth(you gangsta rite)

But them niggas shot up ya house(you gangsta rite)

I know you aint gonna go like that(cuz you gangsta rite)

you gangsta rite(rite), you gangsta rite(rite) You gangsta get real.

All you animated put togther Popeye thugs need to hit cha spend it fo ya try to step to me cuz

aint yosamite sam nor elmer fud

Got a mold bird pump and it filled with slugs

hit ya hunni in tha mouth

you ran thats how tha cookie crumble

Damn im too fast you remind me of the Warner Brothers

you aint gon kill nutthin or let nutthin die

be tha first to testify to tha LBI

Yo Gotti got guns we aint seen before

AR 15's red beams and scopes

ya moms house got sprayed

and ya mans got hit

you was all on a dinner date trickin to a bitch

Chorus(x1)

Yeen shot nobody

yeen sold no O's

yeen been on a mission

kicked down no doors

yeen pimped no bitches

yeen with no riches

yeen cut a nigga head made em go get stiches

yeen bout yo skrilla

and you sho aint a boss

you aint help young niggas

you cant seen no cross

you with ya ho romantic

i make ya petty

Im tha mild cold deala like shootin that cannon

and ya bitch can get it to

so get a taft none

gangsta why tha fuck you run wit a gun

Real niggas dont press charges

what tha fuck you doin

you on tha stand pointin fingers at peliminary hear

me vs the state and you was the victim

thought you said you was a solja

you runnin with killas

yeah tha truth hurts nigga

but im more than bullets

i make a bun get a gun

run up on you and pull it

Chorus(x1)

you niggas square as a pool table

and twice as green

type of nigga take all his work and front it to fiends

real gangstas get money

and they call tha shots

got block burnas that dont rap

i can get you shot

and then niggas tryna get tha Don's killed

thats why i neva leave tha house with out my heata consealed

i got one in tha cham when i jump in tha range

keep my hand on tha trigga

i blow out ya brains

leave tha club switchin lanes

half a life doin a hundred

tryna catch this cred dummy that wont pay me my money

Im from north memphis nigga we dont play that shit

You threw ya door fenders and windas

and kill that bitch

Chorus(x1)

(Thanks to Clay for these lyrics)