Gangsta Act lyrics

[Intro: Crisis (Doc Doom) {​​​​Kurupt}​​​​]
Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights)
{​​​​Tell these b*tch n*ggas to snatch up
Before these b*tch n*ggas get smashed up}​​​​
Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down)
North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound)
{​​​​Yeah, n*ggas Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, n*gga)
Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these b*tch ass n*ggas)

[Crisis]
My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness
Leave ya on the floor twitchin', b*tchin' cuz ya here wit
The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips
f*ck who you roll wit, the faggot n*ggas don't control sh*t
We the opposite, lockin' sh*t, while y'all blow di*k
Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff
Label the memory, should've known the clones, death's the penalty
Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist
Ghetto sh*t, could deaf the you and me
Dirty doc*ments, invest every slum in the continent
The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist
Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin sh*t
I long di*k tracks from the back, on the attack
Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll
Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop
Until it's finished, n*ggas is foul, cripple ya style
Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack
Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react
[Chorus: Roscoe]
I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half ass gangsta raps
Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act
We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched
Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act
Now ain't that how a gangsta act

[Doc Doom]
Straight from out the bowels of killa Cal'
Where n*ggas don't smile at all
Stick you up in broad daylight, f*ck waitin' until night fall
Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out
Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet
Killa sh*ts, all you gon' hear from the killa click
Killa Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics
Ya mix up in heavy light, only f*ck b*tches that's already tight
To open they legs, so I can sweat it right
Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists
In this industry, you wanna hear sh*t? Then call us
At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, f*ck where ya fools from
If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun
On ya side, cuz I know a gang of n*ggas that done died
In these streets, slippin' without a heat
But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt
Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert
[Chorus]

[RuggedMonk]
Monk rock mics over Hennessey bent
Spittin' that real n*gga sh*t
Hell nah real n*ggas don't die, we just get high and take flicks
Smoke weed and hit licks, talk sh*t, and hit tricks
Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts
That Killa Cal' sh*t, Cadillac's and Regals and Low-lows
Slippin' on them D's, the Knights will flatbed your low-low
Pose for gangsta photos 'n' hightop chucks
Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a f*ck
Young n*ggas off the block uncontrolled, unorthodox
Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days
Wet like a tidal wave, you punks better behave
When the Knights come through
WE pushin' thru like trouble makers
Unstoppable off the top, my brigade controls the block

[Interlude: Kurupt]
Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, n*gga
Check it out ... n*gga

[Kurupt]
Gangsta, gangsta, b*tches and hoes
Muthaf*ckas jack for they switches and folds
I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson n*ggas
Like Excalibur in separate sections, see
Talon touch n*ggas like fingertips
That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips
To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind
Hit n*ggas in separable places at the same time
Poetical stand bomb, n*gga, scodelic relic
Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis
Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin'
Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds
Save ya self n*gga, cuz you know you don't want it
Sixteen b*tches, sixteen switches
Matrix and new glitches to canyon n*ggas in ditches
Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, n*gga
[Chorus 2X]