Gangsta

Lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Yeah, who, where they at? Bring 'em to me Let me talk to these niggas man, Dipset y'all with me [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Yo, yo, yo now let's get down to business, I've been gone For a minute, but I'm back now down for business Yeah I found a small town I had to visit Had a bunch of hungry workers, who was down to get it So I got up and left, hit the town with brizicks Nickels, dimes, quarters, O's, half of brizicks Know the rules of getting mad, if they ask they get it Plus I was giving it to them, like I had permission Now I'm back focused on rap, anybody got a problem holla back Two shots swallow that, and I know what the people want Got what the people want, I know you not hot You not what the people want, they want me Santana man, bandana wrapped around his head Goddamn it man, is it him? Yes, say it again, yes, I'm playing to win Yes, hey come again, nigga, I've been watching I've been plotting, I'm the realest thing popping Since Osama Bin Laden, so pay homage Ladies salute me, gentlemen salute me, the general you'll soon see [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa Ayo, this is just for gangstas, that'll black out, MAC out Bling out, shank out, and shank ya Y'all looking lost, took your plates, gave the crooks the forks (go eat) We gon' eat whether its fish or pork They thirsty and ready to take your burger, turkey and veggie You ever work with machetes? I broke bread with billionaires that think flipping birds is petty They soon serve with semi, my tune turn to envy Balloon pop, you know I burn the friendly And pull cars off... ... Huh, I'm so nice, I took the last two bars off I wasn't rapping nothing I was wrapping something, now that was stunting And baby I model I always put the coke in the baby powder bottle (that's Killa, Killa) 'Cause I follow for figures, my hollow and trigger Swallow a nigga, like a bottle of liquor (Hennessy) And when I cock that heat back, ya hatchback, hard top Or drop top seat back, harving and reach back Body in the seat, head in the trunk Tell his mother eat that, laid up feet fat I'm a better boy Ohio players, Detroit cheddar boys Harlem too, gangstas do it Montana Santana, gangsta music, Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Yo, ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Yo, I got you niggas exhausted, you gotta be nauseous How I pull up, stop and be flossing (oh) Chrome wheels spinning out of proportion Twin pipes on the back, letting out the exhaustion Whoa, kids love me, but I'm no idol I hold rifles, dog, my spit game is so vital I'm what the games been missing like both Michael's Jackson and Jordan, from cracking to balling, I'm back I'm a heavy pimper, 24/7 pimper Where your girl, go get her, bet I pimp her And I ain't mad, that the Towers fell I'm mad the coke price went up, and this crack won't sell I'm mad I gotta grind harder, hit the block harder Get some new workers, buy some new product Get my clientele back, shit I might as well black Burn the town down one more time, what the hell scrap For my niggas who can't get it, upstate sittin' in San Quentin Greens on they back on the feet Stan Smithing This is gangsta music, please dance with it Spit your razors out, party in the mess hall This is just for gangstas, pardon all the rest of y'all Juelz Santana make it happen man Dip-set grip TECs, Harlem's own Taliban, come on [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas