Thats Gansta Lyrics

Thats Gansta lyrics

Shyne]
Hustler, bad motherfucker
Brooklyn to the rucker, Cali and
back
Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin
Ferrari engines
leave your whole fuckin block tremblin
I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight
G
Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free
I'm Alpo, before you snitch
dog
I switch lines and rhymes faster than I switch cars
Ghetto star, name
ring in every hood
Heartless villain, money driven killin
and bury my
opposition, for a pot to piss in
Knickerbock position, listen

[Chorus
2X: Shyne]
A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Gettin skull off
in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Feel the knot when you loft (THAT'S
GANGSTA)
Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA)

[Shyne]
I
got a question; as serious as cancer
Where da fuckin safe at? Somebody
better answer
before I start killin and fillin these double-I slugs
in
your mug then you spittin up blood
Got dead gangstas rollin over like,
"Yo this nigga cold"
The way he cut his coke is murder game to his
flow
Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit
I never had hope, until I sold
dope
Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless
Feds get uptight when
they see my watch and necklace
glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me
Murder
and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the
sea

[Chorus]

[Shyne]
Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops
The
best respect, the feds only fuck cops
Coke price raisin, task force
raidin
Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the Days Inn
Roller,
diamonds and mack-milla's
Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers
Money
hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law
The opium and the raw,
that's what I live for
For cuttin yea, never for today
Extended magazines
shootouts and ricochets
Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood
vessels
Ain't gonna wait before the smoke
settles

[Chorus]

[*scratching "Serious
shit"*]

[Shyne]
Money in brown paper bags (THAT'S
GANGSTA)
Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Menage red labels
(THAT'S GANGSTA)
Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S
GANGSTA)
Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Leavin cowards layin
where they stood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Floodin your homey's commisary up (THAT'S
GANGSTA)
Never missin when we bust (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Money in brown paper
bags (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Servin fiends on the ave (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Menage
red labels (THAT'S GANGSTA)
Honies with diamonds up in they navel (THAT'S
GANGSTA)
Showin love to your hood (THAT'S GANGSTA)
[*music fades out*]