Gangsta Rhythm

Lyrics

[Chorus: Z-Ro] My pedigree, gangsta And I will forever be gangsta Unless you not selling me gangsta You niggas will never be gangsta And I run my mouth, gangsta Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] I feel sorry for the target when we pull out them choppers They calling 911 like we don't give it to coppers We get it poppin' Homie I gotta win, losing ain't an option My lawyer blind, he got bitches a doctorate Lord forgive me for that shit that I did in the past Black gloves, black mask It's what I wore when I was letting that hammer blast It took a black president to get Osama ass I'm with my white chick, taping up them white bricks On The West Coast, LA is where I get my shit The product is better and the price cheaper Room full of sneaker boxes minus the sneakers They stuffed with paper you know hundreds and 50's We in the strip club making it rain with 20's As far as this rap thing, I'm back on my grind Wish Chris Lighty could see me, I'm back in my prime [Chorus: Z-Ro] My pedigree, gangsta And I will forever be gangsta Unless you not selling me gangsta You niggas will never be gangsta And I run my mouth, gangsta Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta [Verse 2: Trick Trick] Been tryna maintain financial stability Risking my residence being a federal facility The product we distribute is the call for hostilities The fully automatic stay giving them disabilities Hood Cosa Nostra, been in the worst corners in 550s love in my city So the outside is getting ran in my command 'Cause the rap game is expanding motherfuckers I'm from the block where we hand to hand it And the neighbors hadn't understand it Notorious, live life by the 10 crack commandments When so many niggas is underhanded I'm outstanding, so I was granted position to grab when the bag landed Bullshitting niggas got left stranded So now I'm the last man standing, straight gangsta Don't respect my shit motherfucker, cause I command it [Chorus: Z-Ro] My pedigree, gangsta And I will forever be gangsta Unless you not selling me gangsta You niggas will never be gangsta And I run my mouth, gangsta Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Niggas know that they jealous, got me strapped Not the felons with the tight ass pants on, niggas done get they blast on See I'm the type of nigga shopping for another burner But you the type of nigga wear your hair like Tina Turner I fuck a bitch until she bleed, I ain't mean to hurt her The slightest disrespect, that's all it take for me to murder They savagery foe to foe, shall I go any further? Hoover Gangsta Crip, death before dishonor The judge is just a man, be damned if I say your honor Before I sell my soul, lay in a pool of piranhas And even if my enemy get paid, I'll congratulate Can't think of one time in my life that I ever had to hate Hail Mary, they screaming Pimp C back Fly as a pigeon with 17 wings and a mink hat I give a damn about a rap, fuck a punchline I punch niggas for real, and put them on my plate, lunch time [Chorus: Z-Ro] My pedigree, gangsta And I will forever be gangsta Unless you not selling me gangsta You niggas will never be gangsta And I run my mouth, gangsta Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta [Verse 4: Rah Digga] It don't matter if it's 1 on 1, or 1 on 3 I guarantee that the odds are gonna be favoring me I guarantee your favorite rapper favorite rapper is me I'm the epitome of what they pretending to be If it's one man army, it's tell 'em they weak Show enough, I had them weak niggas kissing my feat I'm the bane of your existence, the plague on the beat The swine flu that run through your whole crew in a week Mad cow in the streets, nigga who want beef? It's an epidemic when I start extending that heat I'm the real big homie, people call me the chief Cause the niggas under me will put you under the streets I don't listen to half of you rappers, it's actors to me Real Goodfella I had you in the back of the V Niggas say they the realest, only half of them me I'm the real, they estimate the rest of EST [Chorus: Z-Ro] My pedigree, gangsta And I will forever be gangsta Unless you not selling me gangsta You niggas will never be gangsta And I run my mouth, gangsta Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta