Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta **** , by - G-Unit. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Gangsta **** |
| Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit |
| Acting like my money ain’t no good in the hood |
| You know what I mean? |
| Get ya fucking head blown off nigga, you know? |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| I’m the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon |
| 'Cause these other niggas that rap ain’t on the shit that I’m on |
| 'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat |
| Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC |
| But when I come through, shhh… the talking stop |
| My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot (woo!) |
| Now, we can blow an hour talking 'bout the stones I rock |
| Or the hoes I got — catching stunts in the drop |
| Now, Nas, he love the kids (haha), 50 on that killer shit |
| That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla shit |
| I’m marking my music like diesel on the block |
| So if you with me you gon' eat, and you gon' starve if you not |
| Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha |
| I’ll turn your kids to a shooter |
| Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover |
| They tell me see careful good, 'cause niggas wanna see like you |
| They ain’t used to a G like you, BOW! |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| He think he a killer but we gon' just pay him a visit |
| Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it |
| I keep a holster on my shoulder like I’m John Wayne |
| Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James |
| Holla my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding |
| After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating |
| Full of anger until there’s no more bullets in the chamber |
| Ain’t nothing like when you get popped |
| And don’t know who to blame-a |
| Nigga told me, «Do your dirt all by your lonely» |
| So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn’t even hold me |
| I’m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under |
| Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja |
| Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must |
| Bad as I want to, some shit I just don’t discuss |
| So point him out and watch I knock him off |
| Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching y’all |
| Motherfucker! |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| Come on, nigga |
| I ain’t here to make no friends, just cut the cheques |
| I got a long pump that’ll blow your stupid ass up the steps |
| Begging niggas don’t understand, no |
| Probably cause my hand glow when I’m anticipating' the Lambo |
| Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo |
| You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know |
| These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft |
| Til they laid out in the hospital, eating apple sauce |
| Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic |
| Waving a white flag, for danger they might have |
| My niggas buying so much ammo |
| If you reach in the couch for loose change |
| You’ll probably feel on a handle |
| Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones |
| So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes |
| There’s only one team on top; |
| we number one with a Glock |
| Don’t fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT! |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |
| They, they talking that |
| That gangsta shit |
| They ain’t about that |
| Man, matter of fact |
| Hand me my strap |
| Show me where they at |
| I’ll stop 'em from talking like that |