Gangsta Music

(Verse 1) I'm here now, you old news Got a couple porche trucks, couple old schools I line ya ass up, switch ya tape backwards Cuz i'm a real nigga, and i don't like rappers And that ain't this, and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped. Fuck with real niggas that will cut your throat And they don't drink pepsi, they just sell coke. All i do is talk doe its like my brains on drugs You see me out nigga, i do my thing in clubs Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle Stack of twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle (Chorus) All the gangstas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is gangsta music (Repeat 4 times) All the hustlas they gone ride to this they gone grind to this they gone shine to this this is hustla music (Repeat 4 times) (Verse 2) We don't talk on the phone cuz it might stick Got a play for the seven, call em mike vick Dirty birds nigga, we play with them falcons Know some niggas in the cater, that pay for them falcons Talking young hungry niggas, eat ya whole plate Jeezy place the order, niggas eat ya whole face You got me mis construed, all fucked up Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up. Carbon 1-5, with the hundred round drum Got plenty for any nigga, think he want some We don't leave em at the house, we bring em out My chain for ya life, we can swap em out (Chorus) (Verse 3) The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist Certified G Shit, I'm the gangstas choice Niggas poppin off, I hope they bullet proof Leave holes in ya the size of a sun roof Mac 11 in the club, and the snub nose Swear to god, I knock you niggas out ya fucking clothes Lay ya ass flat, like a door mat Niggas askin for it, but they don't want that In the rap game, taking niggas clientelle White ones like the potta that i used to sell Give a fuck about a player hater Hit em with the tube, flush his whole radiator (Chorus)