Gangsta Shit

Yeah, smoke it real good nigga

It's my birthday, March 3rd nigga, 2006

Ha ha, let's do it

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit, gangsta shit

Yeah, it feel good to be back at home

Where niggas riding on chrome, paint two toned

Mobile phones, new homes with a whole bunch of acres

Man this rap game got a whole bunch of fakers

From magazines to DJ's, you know who you are

But at my shows, you wanna take flicks by my car

Look bitch I'm a star, and I don't have to kiss no ass

It cost 800 grand, now my wrist is glass

Old folks wondering where I get this cash

Cause way back in the days they ain't come up fast

I'm getting head watching Crash, about to crash my whip

I took a morning flight to Vegas, just to cash my chips

I'm at the blackjack table, scoping out the haters

But little do they know, my Glock came with a laser

Close cut you like a razor, I'll shape you up

Since you got a cape on, I'll tape you up, nigga

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit

So you know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye

I know you waiting for that gangsta shit, gangsta shit

Aye, it's S.U.C. until I'm gone

Cause I always go hard on the microphone

When it come to freestyle, I'm the nigga to know

The last one with a deal, but the first to blow

I bought that black Maybach, just to hurt you hoes

I got platinum in my grill, just to hurt your gold

And everytime I drop nigga I ship gold

You can see my diamonds shining, when my lips close

50 G's in my grill, I'm balling chump

And every two weeks I'm at Elmo dump

Desert Eagle in my Regal when I swerve a lot

I be drunk, I be rolling on the curb a lot

Yeah I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, and my nigga J Prince

He told me do your thing and keep cranking our hits

Now look, I got my own radio show

I'm 66 raw bitch look at my car

It feel great, to eat steak every night

It feel great, to own three million worth of ice

Me and Johnny got a bond, that can't be broke

So if you fuck with my dude I'm a come at your throat, bitch

Now that's the end of my gangsta shit

You know Lil Flippa had to bring the shit, aye

Now that's the end of my gangsta shit

You know Flipparaci had to bring the shit, aye

Now that's the end of my gangsta shit

You know the Global G's had to bring the shit, aye

Now that's the end of my gangsta shit, gangsta shit

Screwed Up Clique, trick