sensei to spliff Yo, my life's nothing but an envious bitch ... So, how the fuck could you hate me for this. This Gangsta chronicles feeds minds of
man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang you
Yeah, yeah, yeah - AHHHHHHHH! Take that.. [P. Diddy] Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as
80 a piece stack a piece 80 g's old skool dope rider front off set shots 73 you say he's a traper pleas i hang around with a gang of thieves they prolly
Weez!" Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead.. Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got
Murphy played the tenor saxophone Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang The whole rhythm section was a purple gang
spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closin' this chest of a nigga Now he back to square one
money man You can hate on us all you want man Yeah Stuntin on em And we stuntin on em And we stuntin on em Money money money S.O.D. money gang LBW Gang
is gangstas & strippers I know I'm kinda wild Like all the gangstas & strippers It?s ?bout time you find out All I fuck wit is gangstas & strippers How you like me now Gangstas
ass and she moved back home Came in one night, I was buzzin' Bitch tried to front me for fuckin' her cousin She started yellin', man, the bitch got raw I took one
out to make mills, uh My nigga phats bossalini tells all the block cats Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast If it?s one thang this nigga
, my circle don't fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from You stepped on number two just to be number one Now I'ma step
the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? One
get it, I take it put a glitch in the Matrix Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked 'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square Wit a vest and a
, nigga, I'm showin off chrome 40 inch a lift, fool, gettin my clown on One lift, two lift, look, now I'm standin it up Backin niggas up while I'm hittin the square
time to G on When it comes to gangsta shit can't too many fuck with me Hang with me or ride to the highest level of ridetivity One to the neck, two
(Talking) Back again...It's the jankiest the jankiest Still gettin' my stalk on walk on Verse 1 One of the G'est WSC riders One about the Feds on camera
