| (feat. Major Figgas) | |
| [Dutch:] Put two trees on mine | |
| [Spade:] Okay home boy | |
| [Dutch:] So gangsta | |
| [Gilly:] Gangsta! | |
| [Spade:] An A+, we gon' stay up | |
| [Dutch:] I said get back nigga | |
| [Spade:] This shit gangsta | |
| [Chorus: Dutch (Gilly)] | |
| Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta (Gangsta!) | |
| Ev-ery-time we drop its gangsta, so gangsta | |
| You know whats up (CMR) | |
| You niggas can't fuck wit us (Figga for life) | |
| Cause everytime we drop its gangsta, so gangsta | |
| [Spade] | |
| We gon, keep it gangsta and drop it like its hot cause | |
| Muh-fuckas ain't gon' rock it if its not | |
| You say them whores modelin, them whores swallowin | |
| When you in the Bently Azure with the Halogens | |
| We CMR so hunnies see the bling and we | |
| Out the car screamin money ain't a ting | |
| Throwin hundreds out the window, blowin on some endo | |
| CL, spendin Sprewell's on the Benzo | |
| [Gilly] | |
| I never claim to be the toughest or the hardest nigga | |
| But you know I ain't the softest nigga | |
| What you want a coffin nigga? | |
| Philly baller like A.I., I stay fly | |
| Hit a nigga with three, but not from the key | |
| From the Desert E hand gat | |
| You get your mans clapped (when?) | |
| When I pop up on his ass like anthrax | |
| So who you ridin with? And who you slidin with? | |
| If it ain't the Kid and them bitch get ridda him | |
| I'm so gangsta! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Chops] | |
| You catch Dirty at the dice game | |
| Bets hittin the concrete | |
| When the bricks and bones meet | |
| Jags gettin new sneaks | |
| Chrome dip size 20 on the feet | |
| Plus the name gettin stiched in the Coach butter seats | |
| Where I'm from we get tossed birds, never cross words | |
| Act tough get your wig bust with the Mossberg | |
| Philly nigga, four stars, I'm high rank | |
| Played the pie, now I grind sellin denk countin bank nigga | |
| [Dutch] | |
| If you ain't got shit | |
| Lemme here you scream life is a bitch (its a bitch) | |
| If you ever hadda take a niggas shit (gimme that shit!) | |
| Put your gun in the air and wave it (yeah) | |
| Yeah, yeah like that | |
| Man I ain't listen to pop but I listen to Pac | |
| Once again its Dutchman with Spade to the you-know | |
| You know you know what you don't want | |
| Dutchman sittin in your crib with the pump bitch! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Ab Liva] | |
| Its beautiful when gangstas meet | |
| See I had to learn, watch craw slow | |
| Gangsta to the crossroads | |
| I speak in codes | |
| Got the foresight for soft white | |
| The yay brighter than them Porsche lights | |
| (With poor sight) Thugs fall victim to the jakes | |
| On my block (was on all night like a portch light) | |
| You niggas is borin, I'm snorin, ignorin | |
| Your cars' on Drexlers, my shit on Jordans | |
| Two three, who we, heartfelt | |
| I riddle my life over looseleaf, heartfelt | |
| I scribble my life over looseleaf, thugs relate | |
| Bout to break the thin line between love and hate | |
| Thugs debate, glocks show, caskets come | |
| Shots blow past, half masked, flags is up | |
| Drop low fast, too late, gasp it up | |
| So gangsta how I hit you bastards up | |
| [Chorus x2: to fade] |
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