G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot] G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A) Gangsta [Verse 1: Bukshot] You can catch this heat all day Spitting lava, watch it spray My volcano will erupt, hit all you bitches trying to hate Run up on me, meet yo fate Great white shark, yeah you get ate Disappear then people say you went A.W.O.L. like M.I.A You're not good, I'm A-OK Jump right in yeah we gon' play Bring my chips like Frito Lay (chop chop chop) Chop him down if he don't pay You will go and I'ma stay Can't leave till food's on my plate Watch the weirdo's on his way Most of you will not relate I know these bitches that'll hate me for whatever though They think that they can walk in my shoes but they'll never know I'll put my hands around the ball and never let it go You want a shot at me then step and pull my leather hoe [Chorus 1: Hurraseason] We G-A-N-G-S-T-A M-O-B bitch we don't play Making M-O-N-E-Y A-L-L D-A-Y okay Who got work man we don't say Who got cake, that's us all day Run up with that B.S. you gon' see us plan this D.O.A B-U-K-S-H-O-T, H-U-R-R-A that's me F-U-C-K with my family, automatic R.I.P Jobs look big like B.I.G Try to cross me gon' D-I-E F-U-C-K-I-N-G I merk yo ass on G-O-D [Verse 2: Bukshot] Smash 'em like a cannonball Attack like an animal Gut people like Hannibal Music-making cannibal My rule's been tyrannical Words I spit are flammable Fear is understandable My power's mechanical I pump 'em up and then deflate 'em like a Patriot I really oughta build some bridges with the hate I get I really shoulda went to school with all the cake I spent Instead I hid the bodies, dug a hole and laid 'em in I promise they don't want it as they pray this cup to pass They back me in a corner, now they scared that Buk will blast And once the boulder's rolling tell me who the fuck will last I give my word that I won't stop until your luck is smashed [Chorus 2: Bukshot] G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A) G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A) Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta motherfucking Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta (gangsta) [Verse 3: Bukshot] Haters are so killable Break 'em down like syllables Confrontation's physical Watch 'em run, it's typical My method's trivial Attitude is cynical I just like so many people, payback is the pinnacle Must be something that I said Talk to voices in my head They told me you disagree with what I say, yo grill is red I call 'em pencils cause their insides all get filled with lead You're like the zombie with the Glock the way you wind up dead I'm on a mission, take you out with clean precision And when I'm finished use your body parts tonight for fishing The weatherman is here I'm putting victims in position The forecast tomorrow calls for murderous conditions [Chorus 1: Hurraseason] We G-A-N-G-S-T-A M-O-B bitch we don't play Making M-O-N-E-Y A-L-L D-A-Y okay Who got work man we don't say Who got cake, that's us all day Run up with that B.S. you gon' see us plan this D.O.A B-U-K-S-H-O-T, H-U-R-R-A that's me F-U-C-K with my family, automatic R.I.P Jobs look big like B.I.G Try to cross me gon' D-I-E F-U-C-K-I-N-G I merk yo ass on G-O-D