|
What about this motherfucking gangsta, wanna be gangsta
Sitting in the mirror throwing sets at yourself like a prankster
Little punk ass mark, playing hardcore but you gots no heart
Nigga never had a set of Ds, worshiping Gs
How can you be down, nigga please?
You wanna play hard for your hood, tell '
Em how you whoop Mix-a-Lot's ass good
But what your homeboys don't know, I'ma let 'em know
If you ever wanna squab, I'ma crack your skull, bro
'Cause you need your narrow ass kicked, you little buster ass snitch
And I'ma say this once and never say it no more
You ain't hard 'cause you once sold dope, 'cause you were slanging
Like a straight up bitch, rolled over on your whole damn clique
And you can't spell dirt, let alone do none
Paid your homies but your momma's broke, son
Now tell me who's a sellout?
I'ma read your ass on a spell out, punk B-E-E-A-T-C-H A-K-A is Mr
J
Little square ass mark, boy, you ain't no gangsta
You's a motherfucking angsta
Yeah
Wanna be hard, false face nigga
Shaky ass finger on a deuce deuce trigger
Angsta
Think about your pimping, square ass
Mark cake nigga never had no heart
The motherfucking angsta
Fronting around your homies, wanna be
Down, now you want to claim C-Town
Angsta
Wanna be a baller?
Can you be a hustler?
Not if you's a undercover buster
First you want to sound like Ice Cube jumping
On stage with a mic trying to mean mug fools
Now you want to be like Snoop, but you can't 'cause
You're fake with your shit, nigga, you and your crew
Bitch motherfucker outta Woodinville
Faking just to get a little record deal
Used to try to rap like Chuck D, ain't
Had a soul sister since I known you, G
Huh
And that's real
Now ask your homeboys how they feel
And they'll tell your ass the real
Scoop up your cash with your fake gangster ass, you
Can fool them for a minute but that shit won't last
You sound kind of hard on your demo, but if your mom and dad
Heard it, they'd beat your ass though, 'cause you's a bitch made
Gangster sap, telling all the stories about your see-through gat
Ever since I known you, your head wasn't getting
Like a cluck motherfucker, you sold that
Yeah, you wanted me to come real
Huh
Now you got your cap peeled, bitch
And don't start fronting about your pimp game, youngster
You fuck your own hoes like a trick ass buster
Learn the game before you claim it, son, study Hustlers 101
You's a motherfucking angsta
Fronting around your homies, wanna be
Down, now you want to claim C-Town
Angsta
Wanna be a baller?
Can you be a hustler?
Not if you's a undercover buster
What you did on the grind don't impress me, four
Years of slanging and your pockets is still empty
And you say you got street game, need to
Buffalo your money like a baller, man
But bitch made niggas get no love, I done seen your pictures
With your fake ass mean mug, kind of looking like a sweet
Thing, all pretty motherfucker with a swap meet ring, khakis
Nice and fit, looking like you pump gas at the Chevron, bitch
Got your bed all bunched up, shirt tucked in, 40 in your
Hand with a stupid ass grin, fake like a motherfucker
Swearing you's a player when your girl's with another sucker
But you won't cut her loose, boy, you know you can't
Shake her, 'cause you's a motherfucking angsta
Wanna be hard, false face nigga, shaky
Ass finger on a deuce deuce trigger
Angsta
Think about your pimping, square ass
Mark cake nigga never had no heart
You's a motherfucking angsta
Fronting around your homies, wanna be down
Old credit card ass fool, yeah
Now you want to claim C-Town
Angsta
Wanna be a baller?
Bitch
Can you be a hustler?
Not if you's an undercover buster
Goddamn
|
|
