I'm A Gangsta - Slowed (feat. Daz) (Explicit)

What it do this one for all you h*e a*s n***az

You n***az claim to be down we been doing this n***a

We been out here sliding n***az we been out here doing boys

Been out here wrecking you n***az ain't s**t

H*e a*s n***az make a n***a slide your b***h a*s

Under a closed do' n***a you got us f**ked up

When it get gangsta I don't see too many n***az repping they set

But in front of these dog a*s h*es they rep it to death

There go Z Ro the Crooked better put some pep in your step

You ain't got enough insurance to get yourself in a wreck

I put a cease on all breathing when I squeeze my weapon

Better hope God cut for ya cause you gon need that blessing

Somebody save him it's gon take all of his homies to help him

And if he run it ain't gon take but three of these to catch him

I'm dedicated to the delivery of a Smith &Wesson

While keeping it under cover to keep authorities guessing

Who did it when it happened real n***az don't make a scene

B***h n***az publicize it and end up with ten to fifteen

Talking about how they done crept up on a n***a from the blind

Couldn't even acknowledge they presence they cowards in my eye

Right before I merk me a n***a he don't know who hit him

Before I pull the trigger I let him see my face

And then I send him

I'm a gangsta p***y n***az better stay up out my way

Frown on my face I'm holding my AK

Handling bidness digging ditches everyday hey

I'm a gangsta p***y n***az better stay up out my way

I'ma be checking n***az till I'm old and grey

Serious bidness that n***a Z Ro he don't play hey

Ever since I was a youngster bagging them grams up

I've seen so many times in the back

Of the squad car in them handcuffs

Playing for a blue van cause if it's red n***a that's FED

I guess it's back to drank and pretties

And eating at Jack Mack's Red

But I'd rather be free up in the streets collecting money

From w**d to drank a long currensy just like Bun B

There go the the laws my n***a don't let em see you hit the w**d

Cause we get more than a misdemeanor

For assault rifles and cheese

Yeah I'm rapping motherf**ker but I'm still on the block

Just cause you see me on the T V don't mean

I stopped punching the clock

That's fa sho money I ain't seen a royalty yet

But I get show money

By any means necessary Z Ro gotta get some mo' money

Now cheuffer's open up do's for me it's just like Burger King

Motherf**kers love my rap and got hypnotized

The first time they heard me sing

That's why I'm able to purchase

Afghanic by the pound and a lot of drank

And to y'all jackers this ain't a glock b***h

When it pop it's out of tank

These days I roll alone it's just my heater with me

F**k all of these females my heavleck is my main h*e

So I keep her with me

Everytime she speaks she leave bloody white sheets

And I got a rambo knife sharp enough to cut straight to the white meat

Make me use it on ya take it out

Take a breather then reuse it on ya

It's on you I could murder your a*s

Or drop some murder music on ya

And f**k that Hollywood s**t I'm from the corner

Newport Short box and a cup of coedine f**k a Corona

I'ma be grooving it till the world stop moving

Y'all know what that mean

C walking in blue and black All Stars with blue and black strings

A short sleeve d**kie top with the bulletproof up underneath

Den Den you ain't no Crip n***a you's a b***h

Cause you won't come to me

Talk that s**t in my face you been talking behind my back

I'm so confident that I'ma beat your a*s

I ain't gotta be behind my strap

To that n***a Killa Kyleon stay in your place

If I wanted to get you I'd send b***hes

With razors to play in your face