Gangsta sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch

[Verse 1: Carmike]
I got a nine-milli and that b*tch is stuck in my drawls
So think before you step up to the pimpster, take a look and fall
Yo n*gga, don't let that be, the motherf*cking reason
For the C-A-R, my n*gga click, turn winter into Glock season
Early morning sh*t, plus I'm drunk full of skunk
Run to the bathroom to take a dump, Skinny Pimp got the funk in the trunk
Now I'm out and I stuck him up on my scale boo
I got you where I want you, finna see who's gonna bail you
Judge bonded in January fool, I'm the scandalous
Better be wearing the Glock when I come at your head trying to peel this
Cap, no more nap, 'cause his head, bloody red
Fool I ain't scared, broke leg, started with a pledge, yeah
I'm skinny but plenty from tripping off of them Alizes though
And plus I'm di*king on every last one of you hoes
Putting my foot dead in your ass, on my toes, leave some sh*t
Bring your click, so y'all can step up to this nine, b*tch
[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch

[Verse 2: Carmike]
Kris Kringle, that n*gga, yo what the f*ck you want?
Knocking on my door, sticking up for you folks, this must be a joke
I don't take this serious, your minds are delirious
And not the least bit a dangerous, b*tch
So bring it on, bring it on, little pus*y hoe
What the f*ck you're searching for, punk b*tch? Here I go
His time was up, the Lordy Lord was called up on his service
Now tell me big bro, do you have the same courage?
Cause if you do, (Nah, dawg, that's alright)
Damn, you almost made it another killing after midnight
So take heed and be wise, 'cause the wrong way and you'll die
And you'll never have the second chance to be a real man
You had the nerve to try to pop! A cap, and cap, and cap
Now this is the land of the hot, just drop, in a pool full of blood
Wrap you up in a knapsack and drop you off in the mud
[Chorus: Juicy J]
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch
(Tear it off!) f*cking with that gangsta sh*t, then step up to this nine, b*tch