Gangsta Gangsta lyrics

[Ma Barker]
What, n*gga, Black {*censored*} Fam
Y'all don't f*ckin want it, you heard
Listen up

b*tch either ride or collide with me, this side right
You don't wanna wait 'til the end of the night to step outside wit me
You know the history of the guys with me? Extortion, kidnappin
Murder in the first, n*ggas live to die
Hungry and they bloodthirst, my Dunn guns the worst
We can get it to poppin off like July the 4th
On any day of the month b*tch we get it to jump
Black {*censored*} Fam, my n*ggas ain't scared to dump
So what the f*ck you want beef for, you squeamish
Start to hyperventilate you see a n*gga start to hemorrhage
{*censored*} Fam don't start sh*t, we regret the finish
b*tch n*gga, we really live this, we mean business
We even got teachers in the school where your kids is
Nannies inside where your cribs is
Beautician doin hair where you Wiz is
Black {*censored*}, secret society b*tch
You get found with the fishes

[Kool G Rap]
Aiyyo, who wanna know about the life story, it's like Corle's
Blood all over the nice Mauries
Stutterin b*tch, who you know spit more gutter than this?
Smack a n*gga with the butt of the fifth
We guerillas and thugs in the midst
Was cold before I flooded the wrist
Big heist sh*t, blood on the bricks
Bag it up, bubble the strip
One days work, a couple of whips
Then more than double the chips
Supreme Queens n*gga with a BK click
You just a weak fake b*tches whatever n*gga the heat spray quick
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t but peep the gray wrist
CGP in the face of your chick, comin f'real with it
Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it
No matter who the f*ck you are, you can still get it
Count that off as a loss, go 'head and peal wit it
Far as your corny-ass click, they gotta deal wit it
[Hook: Black Guerilla Fam]
We the Black {*censored*} gangsta click (gangsta gangsta)
Put your hands to the streets for this gangsta sh*t (gangsta gangsta)
You a n*gga or a b*tch keep it gangsta kid (gangsta gangsta)
Black {*censored*} Fam, you know how these f*ckin gangstas get

[Tiz]
Aiyyo sex money and drugs, that's my life
Shrimp shooter with the red light, that's my wife
b*tch prism on the late night, that's my type of hustle
sh*t make dough, that's my bubble
No one's project beef, that's my struggle
I never been shot - that blood there, that's your puddle
Who the f*ck wanna fire at me?
For every shot a n*gga shoot, my mac-11 firing three
You got Warz, Nawz, Lazy, Barker, etcetera
Black {*censored*} Fam, we bang harder
Bandana Montana streetsweep carver
Shots connect, your bones I disconnect
Bring your skull back home like I bone collect
One year under dirt you'll be bones in bed
Tasmania, Brooklyn - that's my set
Stop screamin out Guerilla 'fore I break yo' neck

[Lazy]
I dare anybody play like Laze Mike
Not blaze like half of your block in broad daylight
Take flight to Queens with your fake ice
Pull you out the back of the trunk
And put your face in the brake light
You six deep, so what? Me I'm by myself
But you know what? I cut one of y'all real bad
Pops is my pops but my moms my real dad
You runnin round with the same heart that Steel had
I'm the best, I don't give a f*ck who said so
Have you dopefiend like Lazy let go
Don't get your head gassed off my nice chain, word to my mother
I done lost half your life in a dice game
I don't brag sh*t, I'm a hustler; I don't wanna be seen
I want the green the fame sh*t is for suckers
I'm a Guerilla, so it ain't nuttin to touch ya
b*tch n*gga recognize that or learn to suffer
[Hook] - repeat 3X