Gangsta

Lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung | G-Macc] Ayy G-Macc, let me hit the weed, nigga The weed, let me hit the weed (Okay. Why we hurryin'?) There it is, right over there, nigga, right over there, look (That's what you—, oh, okay) I think I'ma go do that shit Wait right here, nigga (Nigga, what you finna do?) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Spit lead out of '6-4's In the Gardens, I'm a skitzo .9 milli with the clip showin' Rollin' 'round in this shit smokin' Nobody better roll by me Last year, it was hella bad Started high and dropped hella fast Crash landing, no helipad Mamba, Kobe Bryant, in the game I'm like MJ, A.I. Anybody wanna fuck with me, nigga, they die (They die) Paranoid, stay high, this about to be a murder album It's that nigga that eat up guts, you streamin' this shit, you heard about him He don't really give a fuck about it, that nigga be on the lay-low Y'all way dumb, he stay numb, he don't care what they say so It's mass murder with the black burner, niggas be singin' like Nat Turner So I roll solo, hit the road slow, creepin' like a cat burglar (Then what?) With the lights off and the gun pointed out the window, it was real gory If you hear the real story, it was over that merger, sir Tryna get me for my papers Hit 'em up, get 'em up, hit 'em up with enough lead, get away with the caper [Refrain: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga, it's gangsta Nigga, it's gangsta Nigga [Verse 2: G-Macc] I could pull your brains out, windows I hang out Do you like background vocals, take your mains out (Damn) So here's the offer: you get naked or I'll cut off your Vaginal, vasectomy, rappin' about handin' out rectal diseases It's nasty, but I'd rather cut them in the half the axe and take these Rape victims D-I-E, eight victims, sick sick Corner with the .4-4, goner, on a one-way trip off that water The mic, rock hard, we drag 'em out the car We fuckin' it with no grease, no love for them I had to bring it back, cocked back the action-packed weapon, slice Let it off, spit it around the corner in five seconds twice — listen to it She's lying there dying, lifeless, and I mean Near death, like, 5 in the morning, Vicodin IV's And if you don't think we'll sodomize your wife, then try me I ain't evil Eyes bleedin' (What year is it?), it's the 2000-whatever season High-beams and sherm sticks, that's my night dream, I mean, nightmare [Refrain: Brotha Lynch Hung] It's gangsta Nigga, it's gangsta [Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung | G-Macc] Shh, shh, shh, damn, that nigga high That's—, nigga, I'ma hide that motherfucker What was you just, what was you just thinkin' about, nigga? Nigga, I ain't seen this yet Around the corner with it Shh, shh, shh, don't talk I don't know what to tell my doctor