So Who's Gangsta?

Duration

3:04

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

So Who’s Gangsta? Written by Stefan Barone Verse 1 Takin over tha game like a piece of cake Cause I could name every street and date when they needed bake From Woodrow to Park Hill, mansions, bricks, to the slums Sold vic’s to whites, and the sticks to the sluts For those who can’t get it up, I got Viagra 500’s For punks who wanna step up, I got a 22 custom I copped that tool – I got that too No way you can get your spot back-move I put a back to the back or clap whoever combats with us And the pimpmobiles packed with gangsta apparatus Negro beater in the back seat And a pole to put a hole in the dome of any homo tryin to attack me Kids want to be gangsta, they can act, but they can’t That’s why I walk around with a fuckin axe in my pants Anyone’s tough with guns, if that ain’t enough to beat ya’ I wouldn’t fuck with a one on one with my knuckles neither Chorus 2x Try my life- You die Try my pride- Put em up son So who’s gangsta? Put em up yeah So who’s gangsta? Put em up yeah Verse 2 I bust lead, who the fuck wanna bump heads All these faggots and punks will be out of their luck – Dead Chump, shotgun, pumped, head Everywhere, much, blood, Red Take over strips, never miss a block Shit’ll pop if you try to take a lick of my gridlock I murk em- What you know about burners and tec’s And I’m the murder connect so I urge a hurb to step Smear him with his own peers- I’m the one that puts fear in em Make all their profit although they never hear of him They can’t get near him, I ain’t playin games, I’ll erase your face Invade my space, I’ll displace your brains Ask how many have been dead by my fingers Plus the clique is getting bigger, competitors get disfigured I- stay in static, I live for war, What you livin for? The tin’ll lift him off the floor, he won’t be livin more Chorus 2x