I’m a Gangsta (1999) lyrics

(*talking*)
Yo yo yo (yeah man), this how we do it out here
You know I mean, ain't nothing but straight hustle
You know I mean, yeah

[Hook]
If you didn't know that, I'm a gangsta
Making that money, if you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Better off, b*tch n*gga I'ma bank ya
Yes n*gga, I'd like to thank ya
If you didn't know b*tch, I'm a gangsta
Making that money, if you stiff me I'ma gank ya
Hit you so swift, and I'ma bank ya

[Daz]
I'm just a gangsta, I f*ck with gangstas
What's up to my n*ggas, that don't f*ck around with prankstas
I ain't no ordinary, my commesary stay fat
Put em on they back, like this and like that
Clack-clack, n*ggas'll get your strap
Get capped, we putting n*ggas on they back
Now day's, you know my f*cking rhyme pays
They fiend for this sh*t, that's how they seen us how they grave
I'm a slave, until my f*cking wicked ways
That's how I do it now-a-day's, to get paid
I drink my O.E., my homie told me
That you a b*tch ass n*gga, sucker and fony
Tell me what you need, that's what I really got
Your homie last week, them n*ggas got shot
Stone and bombed out, I'm headed down South
Holla at my n*gga Z-Ro, what we all about
[Hook]

[Tony Montana]
My whole damn life, been nothing but gangsta activity
Straight out the womb, the doctor said no possibility
For me to be a fortunate member, of the society
Been robbery robbery, intimidation and anxiety
Holler if you feel me, I'm a gangsta to the bone
Leave bullets when I'm p*ssed, you don't wanna cross me homes
Indeco umbravo, estaso wando en fuego
Tony Montana a chicano, cubano who want some paper
Leave you stretched on the streets, 2-86 degrees
If gangsta living ducking prison, when you f*cking with G's
Never stopping the grind, for life I stay hustling
The real Montana, Z-Ro and Daz straight busting

[Law Fleze]
Sleezy talking bout what gangsta is, you a gangsta b*tch
I doubt it, but you green like a Heineken bottle
Plus you see through, I can see right behind you
You got broad in you, so walk like a model
You say you got gats, bet mine is bigger
Got more rockets in my house, than the Compact Center
Z-Ro knock n*ggas out, Daz he jack n*ggas
But Law Fleze, I'm just gangsta n*gga
[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
All y'all n*ggas, better recognize
Or somebody gon be a victim, of my tech tonight
I love nothing, you think I'm bluffing you can come and try me
I'm a gangsta, and I been thugging way since the early 90's
Boss packers, get dealt with
I been busting my b*tch so much, she almost melted
Had to switch up and get a chopper, cause I might get murdered if my heat jam
But I ready to die with a AK, you don't wanna f*ck with me man
My aim, is straighter than a perm
Them big ol' bullets, make motherf*ckers wiggle like worms
Z-Ro the Crooked is not a hoe, but some n*ggas think I'm lying
Trying to stop me stacking, but hater you can't hold me down
I'm unstoppable, but Presidential Records trying to stop me
I'm a living breathing pistol, and road blocks will only c*ck me
When I bust, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Better get a weapon, cause it's murder when they f*cking with us

[Hook - 2x]