Gangsta Forever

Lyrics

[Verse 1: La Chat] A ho I will never be That shit does not phase me The L, to the A to the C, to the H, to the A, motherfuckin', T La Chat is my fuckin' name, pimpin' and playin' is my fuckin' game And, ho, I got the knowledge and the brains on how to gank a man The Gat always in my sack, the nine always in my hand A trigger, nigga, bitch is what I am, don't you understand? Silly sissy hoes with ana' Gonna make La Chat have to get scandalous Bitches tryna ruin my rep, you best believe you'll pay for this Identifyin' me as a ho, is like diggin' a hole for your grave I put the nine Glock to your head and watch your bitch ass pray Bring it on, it's cool with me, these hoes with animosity I'm takin' out all you bitches, leavin' no witness at the scenery Never slippin', always pimpin', always about that fuckin' cheese Jealousy, never me, I'm tellin' these hoes, bitch, please Sucker, busters, fuckers, tryna run they game — not on La Chat Game is lame 'cause when you fuck up, bitch, your body that I clapped [Chorus: Tommy Wright & La Chat] A ho I will never be A gangster, I'll forever be [Verse 2: Tommy Wright III] Gangsta for life, creep at nights, Tommy Wright Hollow tips as we grip let it rip in your fuckin' face Mind of a lunatic, crucifix on a bitch Once I leave early, my son come inside my place Tommy keep snatchin' up purses and orderin' hearses for busters that come empty handed No love with a nine to your skull And I still come equip with full clips, Tommy known to do damage Scandalous, candle lit, as I'm commencin' to summon the spirits I talk too while sleepin', I'm creepin' knee deep in a puddle of blood I caliggy first shootin' punks who disrespect Sendin' out round after round, like the 4th of July Do or die .45 at your temple, your life done refuse in a bucket, so fuck it, you stuck with a villain and killer, to yourself to a nigga like Tommy Wright Fulla lead, bloodshed, leave a nigga in his deathbed scared Gangfight, came right, make a nigga hang tight, lay and die Ship him, then crypt him like, stay in fright As I creep, finna get paid, tearin' up shit like a renegade Lookin' like there been a raid, campin', kidnap a prankster Lock him in the trunk, don't resist or your bitch-ass get sprayed In the face with a buckshot, hot bullets penetrate Demonstrate, Tommy Wright don't play Shells, poppin' from the gun 'cause my Uzi weigh a ton, make it look like you on your menstruation Get your cap blown out your mouth with a .30-06 Soundin' like a fuckin' cannon when it hit La Chat, tell these sons of bitches, who be creepin' on them, tell these motherfuckers, what the fuck you creepin' with [Verse 3: La Chat] I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motherfuckin' shotgun My nigga with the nine, showin' these bitches they can't get none Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches with animosity Dippin' and cakin' and breakin' these niggas 'cause these hoes can't fuck wit me La Chat got the gat, creepin' up from the back Chrome tone now it's on, never love a nigga joan 'Cause I'ma crazy bitch, cuttin' off niggas dicks Man ho take a lick, niggas gotta keep me rich Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female They don't know about, suckers keep talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these punk-ass niggas on the house [Chorus: Tommy Wright III & La Chat] A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be A ho I will never be But a gangster I'll always be Ho, never, gangster, forever A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be Ho, never, gangster, forever A ho I will never be But a gangster I'll always be Ho, never, gangster, forever A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever Ho, never, gangster, forever [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Buster get so dazed and amazed there's Lil' Fly's chance Memories of smoked out, loced out, funked out as them demons dance Players lookin' wild, so hostile, Devil's in me, so Fly can get so violent but so silent when I'm on that blow Enhance my skill, make me trill, trill enough to kill at will Will I kill you? Fly will peel you Off the map that's all so real, don't you mothersuckers often wonder, what to call this shit? Buster claimin' Mystic Stylez, Lil' Fly call it player shit Pimpin' Ville, Player Ville, Funkytown's been down to kill You can call it Junkytown, consequence your crown we peel Any ho will never be, anyway so clean to me Gangster type, it's Tommy three and four, see ever down with me