Gangsta (Street Hop) lyrics

by

Phonte


[Intro: Trick Trick]
You goddamn right, n*gga
This a no fly zone
I ain't no motherf*cking teacher so I ain't got no god damn passes
You n*ggas better get permission, b*tch

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I'm from the motherf*cking D, n*gga
Home of the hit-man, murder mitten, bleed n*gga
If you a rapper, I diss your ass
Then get mad at you for getting mad at me
Then when I see you, I'll flip your ass
It's quite easy, this big clip is for your whole motherf*cking family
It's even for grammy like Weezy
Beef is familiar, I ain't trying to give your ass no goosebumps
I'm tryna make you feel like I'm 'bout to
Jump out your motherf*cking speakers and kill you
I'm one word, truest
I'm P. Diddy's go-to guy recording at the lab Yung Berg's shoe is
n*ggas'll ride for you if you ride for you and
They see it, I got an AK that I come at you and HD it
I don't play that sh*t
Show me a target, I'll spray that sh*t motherf*cker

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I keep it (gangster)
Long as I'm alive, I'mma keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga, Say whatever, my n*gga
Go wherever, my n*gga, just keep it (gangster)
And long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga. Go wherever, my n*gga
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
This is shooter music, I don't need to verbalize it
We play the drums with the K's, I know that you heard us vibin'
My auto-matic's faster, stronger
Beta drums the size of Kanye's mullet in that Aston
Onto fatigue, You ain't dead wrong make you wronger
It's me, the best out, as far as passes
I'm like Maino, my n*gga, you can be as diplomatic
As you wanna, professional as you wanna
It's gonna still get gangsta cause you fresh out
Go ask, I take your baby mama shopping
No she ain't worth 50 cents just to get at your ass
I'm so petty, any beef I'm so ready
Now you trying kick it like you trying to go steady
Trying to build a motherf*cking relationship
n*ggas dissing and kissing and making up, I hate that sh*t

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I keep it (gangster)
Long as I'm alive, I'mma keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga, Say whatever, my n*gga
Go wherever, my n*gga, just keep it (gangster)
And long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga. Go wherever, my n*gga
[Interlude: Trick Trick]
Oh, Royce, you know what's f*cked up?
Now we gotta make offers that these b*tch ass n*ggas can't refuse
See, these n*ggas think they can buy respect
They never even earned respect
They never learned respect
So from here on out, Detroit is officially a no fly zone
You heard it, all these b*tch ass n*ggas
Don't come to this motherf*cker without permission
Please don't make me have to demonstrate
It's not about attention
It's about the seriousness of what you b*tch ass n*ggas think is a f*cking joke
Y'all wanna play? I'm not f*cking playing, man
I'm not f*cking playing, man, okay

[Hook: Royce da 5'9"]
I keep it (gangster)
Long as I'm alive, I'mma keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga, Say whatever, my n*gga
Go wherever, my n*gga, just keep it (gangster)
And long as they alive, they gonna keep it (gangster)
(Can you feel my trigger hand?)
It's whatever, my n*gga. Go wherever, my n*gga
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