Gangsta (Explicit) (edited album version)

Gangsta (edited album version) - Fat Joe

Ollie ollie oxen free

Like one two three

Red light green light one two three

Yo I pop six boxes play some scalezes

Pitch the ball I'm smack that sh*t

Yeah ohhhhhh going going

Yeah yeah what up son

Yo I got this twenty two ni**a play me like

Nah I ain't got no bullets

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Top two for five three for five we rolling

Now I'm in too deep

Only sixteen already hold a name in the street

Making the fifth scream rocking older niggas to sleep

Make a fiend strip ***** cuz he owed for a week

Now the squad's getting recognized supplying connects with pies

Pumping pounds of weight ni**a like exercise

Joe been over quarter five d**e and homicide

Long before charlie got knocked until Madonna died

Young and not giving a *****

There ain't a ni**a I ain't hit

When I buck and left 'em sh*t outta luck

I'm gangsta like my daddy was hitting number spots

Sending me to my room while he was puffin pot

Still I use to peak from the door couldn't believe what I saw

Stacks of money on the bed and the floor

It wasn't long til I did what he did

I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived

I went from grams into o's pounds to bricks

On the strip pimping hoes on some Goldie sh*t

I'm gangsta by destiny og's selected me

I earned my spot my whole team elected me

Gangsta gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta

Gangsta gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta

Here goes this chick doing ten in the being

But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again

She started out f**kin dudes that resembled her father

Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the b**ch didn't bother

You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her

She was a rider from jump her pop's died in the hands of a chump

Now she's mad at the world no more daddy's little girl

Now she's rockin bandanas no more shirley temple girl

Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in alabama

Packin twin hammers screamin life doesn't matter

It's a vicious cycle her game is pretending to like you

Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you

Movin from state to state runnin everything from guns to trains

And pushing packs from eight to eight

You know I can't say her name but she was a looker

Pretty thing such a shame how this life has took her

Now she's raising hell in the cell no more his are hollering

You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following

Sell drugs use drugs get caught up in the mix

End up locked up or dead in a casket that's it

Gangsta gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta

Gangsta gangsta

I wanna be a gangsta

My daddy was a gangsta