| Lyrics: | ...when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do?
damn it feels good to be a
gansta...
yeah, I take y'all way back
Seven years old,
I'm lookin' up
to the ganstas in the hood,
'cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,
Even
when we played cops and robbers on the block,
nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,
'cause
the cop was a pussy-ass bitch,
and if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked!
I
was a curious child,
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gansta style
The way
they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,
the way they wore dat gansta hat,
Tilted,
rim layed flat out,
now that's the type a shit I'm talkin' about yeah,
Cigarette in one
hand, drink in the other,
leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker,
With the
ganstass nicknames,
Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,
True muthafuckin' mack
daddies,
bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy,
Wid a chrome plated .357
ready to
send a muthafucka on a stairway to heaven,
I was fascinated, yeah
I let 'em influence me,
and my momma hate it,
But she still gave me love,
'cause my momma understood,
that it
was in my blood,
See I was a psycho,
and in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry
about a Michael,
'cause I'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah
Comin' up fast, clockin'
cash
Straight Ganstaism
Yeah... Uh... On and On and On and On and On... Yeah...
Uh
Break it down
Uh
Like dat
Like dat
Yeah
Now is
'93
I got a name fo' myself,
Made a little dough, played the cards I was dealt,
didn't go fo' self, now I'm a G, huh
and every muthafuckin' body know me,
Niggas in the
hood, all got love,
'cause they saw me raise up from a muthafuckin scrub,
And hoes that I
know,
from way back befo'
they used to say no,
all wanna go to the hotel,
'cause
they claim that they intrested,
and everybody talkin' about the shit that they wish they
did,
but I surpassed all that,
they used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask
all that,
'cause they believin' what they seein'
A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah
Sittin' back as a youngsta, peepin' out ma folks,
Some were straight G's and some when not
smoking dope,
I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,
even though some folks
didn't think that I'd live long,
I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
Gettin'
licks in the dough ague and the Big Joe,
Walkin' out the door wid a gallon of Jack,
Sellin' straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack,
A matter fact, to this
day,
I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way,
I got my hustle on loc I ain't
frontin'
Jus' a young nigga in this world tryin' ta have somethin' yeah
That's then you
find and I know,
That's how I was raised and that's how I'm a go,
I dunno will I ever be a
cell mate but I do know I'm never goin' straight...
Gansterism
Yeah [toke] really
doe [toke] 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe [toke]
Down with the mutherfuckin' GB
[toke]
and y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe [toke]
and the
mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce!
I know you heard that big baby [toke] yeah [toke]
We got
Seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from Oakland [toke] yeah
We got Big Mike yeeahuh, Fattey
Hattey yeeahuh
We got Big Chief and LeJay, really doe [toke]
Say big baby, lookit my
deed [laugh laugh]
you fuckin' bitch! [laugh laugh laugh] really doe
Bido in the
muthafuckin' house, yeah
Nigga face evil [toke] really doe [toke]
they can't fade this
soft shit doe [toke]
Uh the they can't fade it doe
I'm outta this beeyatch!
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