Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's Gangsta , by - Shyne. Song from the album Shyne, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
That's Gangsta |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| A hundred carats in the watch (THAT'S GANGSTA) |
| Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (THAT'S GANGSTA) |
| Bailin out when you locked (THAT'S GANGSTA) |
| Takin over spots and blocks (THAT'S GANGSTA) |
| I got a question; |
| as serious as cancer: |
| «Where da fuckin safe at?» |
| Somebody better answer |
| Before I start peeling and feeling these double-aught slugs |
| In your mug; |
| leave 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |