Gangsta Shit (I'm a Soulja)
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What's up baby? What's up? On this gangsta shit
Yeah, um hm, I hear 'em screamin'
We want gangsta shit
We need gangsta shit
Listenin' is so damn slim
Gangsta shit is all you'll get
Gangsta shit (come on)
Gangsta shit (uh huh)
Gangsta shit (yeah)
Gangsta shit (I hear 'em screamin')
We want gangsta shit
We need gangsta shit
Listenin' is so damn slim
Gangsta shit is all you'll get
Niggas wanna know
How I get my fuss and foe in the door
Cause y'all wasn't runnin' that gangsta shit no more
Y'all niggas done went commercial
And tryna sell a few units
When real street niggas don't even like that type of music
I spit like ol' uzi
Don't lose me I'm a antique
I'm hard to find these days
Cherish me like a AK
But niggas that get beside they self
Doing bad
Don't know nothin' 'bout street shit
Don't know nothin' 'bout beef shit
Yeah I'm mad
At that little boy with his bitch ass
Sit your ass down somewhere
Stop fuckin' with that there
See that little broad sayin' nigga Meg
Could start a whole war
I'm head first behind this south shit
So I'm comin' out there for that
Gangsta shit (come on)
Gangsta shit (uh huh)
Gangsta shit (yeah)
Gangsta shit
We so gangsta
Cutthroat committed
Keep them thangs on us
If a nigga disrespect
Then a nigga get fucked
Lyin' on the concrete
In a pool full of blood
Look at you now
Always runnin' off your mouth
Street reality for life
If you ain't real don't apply
Uh oh, that was the call in '93
9-4, Nigga I hear you hollerin'
Get with me I'm strictly
In the streets thuggin'
Every week clubbin'
With a xavier freak
Like the roll off that E
I keep me a heat
And it's filled with hot ones
And I got one left
Got niggas that kill for me for free
But I do it my damn self
Shit done hit the fan
And I pop the fan belt
To keep it chillin'
I'm a prime example
Of my own label
Cutthroat Committed
I want street money and rap money
That's the key to the city
(Street money and rap money)
(That's the key to the city)
How could I rest from hustlin'?
I can't sleep for nothin'
My hoes fightin' and fussin'
That's too damn disgusting
It's too much shit
For one real nigga to handle
Mama told me stop smokin'
Them Camels 'fore I catch cancer
Nigga owe me money
I'm a snatch his son for ransom
Give me what you owe me
And some
If you want to see him
All I want is five million
For him to dead 6 PM
You best to have your pistols
Clutched tight when you see Slim
I'm 'bout gangsta shit (come on)
Gangsta shit (uh huh)
Gangsta shit (yeah)
Gangsta shit
I got just one bullet left
Before I get stone crazy
Keep smokin' herb to relax my mind
But niggas keep fuckin' with me and mine
Tryna take me out
That's how it's goin' down
In the dirty south
Cutthroat niggas runnin' off in your house
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a soldier
I'm a soldier