Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
Ab
What's up gangsta?
Db
What's up?
Ebm
Yeah, we need to kick some shit about these
old fake -ass motherfucking gangstas.
yeah.
I'ma let my goddamn niggas
kick some shit, man.
Yeah.
If you're far as far as I'm
a goddamn nigga
Gb
Scarface, check it out.
Ebm
Oh shit!
Bbm
Ebm
I gotta come with a hard one about these studio
gangstas and the shit that they say they done.
Them lines is getting too strong.
How the fuck you kill a nigga on
Ab
every motherfucking song?
Ebm
I'm getting tired of this fuck shit.
Ain't tryin' to pull some shit,
Ab
that's steady ridin' that bullshit
Ebm
Write some shit that's gonna stick
Cause you ain't shit, your crew ain't shit,
Ab
I know that shit
Ebm
I never seen you in a hood, hoe
Bb
Ebm
I never seen you throwin' flags in
a motherfuckin' fight, bro
You's a fake -ass breaster
The double -O gon' label you
as a studio gangster
Studio gangster, studio gangster
Rappin' about shit that you
ain't really done
Studio gangster, studio gangster
I know your punk ass ain't
even shot a gun
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Walk around town like you
own something
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Come with that wack shit,
your ass gets nothin'
Niggas fuckin' up shit up
in the studio
Drinkin' all that wiggity wack shit
I thought they grew up in the ghetto
But fuck it, that shit is just a big front
I oughta beat your motherfuckin'
ass for pullin' out that ho
Thug gangsta, straight gangsta
Bb
Bbm
So yeah, I'm snitchin', you're bitchin'
Ebm
Because you're livin'
your life superstition
Fuck all that bullshit
And steppin' to bloody filth
Lights you up like a spliff
And you will end up dead and stiff
Step out this new
E .O.
And face up to reality
Flexin' this like a man
But you a
H .O.
Y believe punk prank stuff
Welcome to my territory, bitch
Bring it on, catch a sprout, motherfucker
And let's get it on
Fuckin' with the underground
Bitch, we goin' toe -to -toe
Beat you like a stepchild
After that, it's guns and ammo
Ebm
And see your blood drippin'
on the concrete
Rushin' with my shotgun,
bitch, it go at six feet
Fuckin' with the wrong niggas,
comin' out the filth
Bbm
Ebm
Fuck the motherfuckers,
real niggas want some real shit
So get yourself some nuts,
and quit actin' like a ho
And raise your little bitch ass up, nigga
Out the studio, studio gangsta,
studio gangsta
Fuck the niggas, out the nickel,
I'm comin' to fill your cap and kill ya
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
I wanna get with ya,
wack son of a bitch ya
Studio
Gangsta,
Studio
Gangsta
A nigga wanna shank ya,
tryna be a gangsta
Studio
Gangsta,
Studio
Gangsta
Your life is in danger,
niggas at it for an adventure
I ripped off shit in 86, slangin' cocaine
16 years old, introduced to
this dope game
Couldn't tell me shit,
cause I had shit happenin'
And had a big bank,
Ab
nigga long for this rappin'
Ebm
So I spit game from
the experience, bitch
But you niggas keep rappin'
that studio shit
And, uh, me, I gots to ask the question,
why?
Cause you ain't killin' shit,
they done let shit die
Ab
Ebm
So why do you insist
on bein' that true?
Knowin' good and goddamn
well you're soft as a fruit
Ab
Ebm
Max drive black with elbows and bows
Bbm
Ebm
And pimps pimp bitches and
don't fuck they hoes
And real hustlers gotta get it,
no matter the cost
Ab
Ebm
Cause, uh, money talks and,
uh, bullshit walks
So back the fuck up with the fuck
Ab
Cause you're stuck,
Ebm
you wanna get bucked
Then bring it on, nigga,
you'll get your ass trucked
Because you're way too
short to be a banger
And way too small to fuck around
with this cliffhanger
Check it from a big banker
Bbm
Ebm
You ain't shit, you punk bitch
But a punk -ass studio gangster
Studio gangster
Lay -la -na -na -na -na -na -na -na -na
-na -na -na -na -na -na -na
Bang, bang, bang, bang
That's all I'm hearing on
these niggas' shit
Bbm
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Ebm
Gunshots, shot, pop, pop, pop
You're always grabbing your
Glock
You're always reaching for your 9
You always pullin' out your
Ebm
AK -47, nigga
Pull out this
Ebm
F
Gb
Ab
AK -47, you punk -ass motherfucker
Ebm
AK -47 is dick in your mouth, bitch
Uh, and I'm kickin' some real
Ebm
-ass motherfuckin' shit
Tellin' you how it is, motherfucker
You wanna do a drive -by, bitch?
Come on out there, the
S .A. and do a drive -by,
you punk motherfucker
Go on out there, the fifth ward,
do a drive -by
You startin' somethin', bitch
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