I'm Too Gangsta

Kurupt;Drew Sidora;Gail Gotti;Styliztik Jones

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Okay, keep it gangsta Smash through the streets G'd up, nigga Uh huh, Bonzi J. Wells on the beat Kurupt Young Gotti, Gotti Sinatra, Neo Hoffa bitch Yeah, keepin' it real G'd up, tell niggas like this Nigga I'm fury Nigga I'm the Führer I murder integrity and snipe niggas' aura I puncture the ceiling and put holes in the floor I been runnin' this motherfucker since '84 Me and Bonzi J, it's a new world I mesmerize mentals with simple words Stunnin', my vocals heard like hummingbirds I say shit niggas ain't never heard Dip in the cut, Young Gotti Kurupt A nickel for any kind of murder you want I look so sexified when I hit the lobby It's a hobby, strong arm robbery Since my new position I been ready for the lynchin' All this unwanted attention, Hannibal the Henchman Nigga I'm, too gangsta for my foes My bitches and my hoes I'm ghetto motherfucker with metal, motherfuck stilettos Motherfucker I'm in this, motherfucker to win this Motherfucker verbally surgical, like a dentist Motherfucker and I'm, too gangsta for my 9's Too gangsta for my rhymes Take flight like doves and swans Nigga I'm outta my mind, I'm too gangsta I'm, too gangsta For these niggas on the street better watch your block And these bitches step back when I hit the spot I'm too gangsta Tell The Source I want eighty mics Not too polite, I'm un-ladylike Goin' crazy, raisin' my baby, through this crazy life So when I, take the mic I release my hate Verbally unleash my .38 Lookin' for trouble, get put in a puddle You see me, the homegirls rounded up in a huddle I hate fake bitches, shake fake bitches Gail'll come through and quake fake bitches, yeah Other crews, I just don't trust ya Gotti trained, whole lot of game for a woman Stunnin', spit somethin', tip somethin', regret nothin' Gettin' somethin' called respect so I spit thunder A Wonder Woman, richer than Mrs. Drummond Rock Christian Dior to the floor you whore See yourself to the door, your nigga wants more See I'm gangsta It's all catastrophic, Cadillacs droppin' Calicos cockin', collarbones poppin' Way out of socket, pay out of pocket Spray out a rocket, they call me NASA Bullet chase after they far from asthma Loss of brain plasma, hydroplane faster Metamorph real life, niggas say Casper Metaphor rapper, hot metal for bastards Two fiend-fade jackers, jack on the block Push crack in they sock, put Jack in the box Kush sack in the Glock, wolf pack 'til I rot We took that Iraq and stormed through blocks Like an Iraq desert, my niggas gat experts Show you how that TEC work Put you on the news on every local network Know about my life nigga, this is just an excerpt And a small portion so feel the real Styles is too gangsta for the killin' fields I'm, too gangsta For these niggas on the street better watch your block And these bitches step back when I hit the spot I'm too gangsta I'm, too gangsta For these niggas on the street better watch your block And these bitches step back when I hit the spot I'm too gangsta