Straight Gangstaism (Explicit)

Really doe

...when the fire dies down what the f**k you gonna do?

Damn it feels good to be a gansta...

Yeah, I take y'all way back

Seven years old,

I'm lookin' up to the ganstas in the hood,

Cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,

Even when we played cops and robbers on the block,

Nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,

Cause the cop was a p**sy-a** b**ch,

And if you played the cop, ni**a you got your a** kicked!

I was a curious child,

I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gansta style

The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,

The way they wore dat gansta hat,

Tilted, rim layed flat out,

Now that's the type a sh*t I'm talkin' about yeah,

Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other,

Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherf**ker,

With the ganstass nicknames,

Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,

True muthaf**kin' mack daddies,

B**ch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy,

Wid a chrome plated .357

Ready to send a muthaf**ka on a stairway to heaven,

I was fascinated, yeah

I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it,

But she still gave me love,

Cause my momma understood,

That it was in my blood,

See I was a psycho,

And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about a Michael,

Cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah

Comin' up fast, clockin' cash

Straight Ganstaism

Yeah... Uh... On and On and On and On and On... Yeah... Uh

Break it down

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Like dat

Like dat

Yeah

Now is '93

I got a name fo' myself,

Made a little dough, played the cards I was dealt,

Didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G, huh

And every muthaf**kin' body know me,

Niggas in the hood, all got love,

Cause they saw me raise up from a muthaf**kin scrub,

And hoes that I know,

From way back befo'

They used to say no,

All wanna go to the hotel,

Cause they claim that they intrested,

And everybody talkin' about the sh*t that they wish they did,

But I surpassed all that,

They used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask all that,

Cause they believin' what they seein'

A young ni**a comin' up fast, yeah

Sittin' back as a youngsta, peepin' out ma folks,

Some were straight G's and some when not smoking d**e,

I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,

Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long,

I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'

Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe,

Walkin' out the door wid a gallon of Jack,

Sellin' straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack,

A matter fact, to this day,

I'm doin' sh*t like grandpa in every way,

I got my hustle on loc I ain't frontin'

Jus' a young ni**a in this world tryin' ta have somethin' yeah

That's then you find and I know,

That's how I was raised and that's how I'm a go,

I dunno will I ever be a cell mate but I do know I'm never goin' straight...

Gansterism

And the mutherf**kin' 9 to the deuce!

yeah

We got Big Mike yeeahuh, Fattey Hattey yeeahuh

really doe

Bido in the muthaf**kin' house, yeah

Uh the they can't fade it doe

I'm outta this beeyatch!

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