Everybody Wants To Be A Gangsta

[Chorus]
Tell me why does everybody want to be a gangster?
Tell me why does everybody want to be a gangster?

[Dazzie Dee]
Come in crazy without the nine shit
Fat scats bustin' caps of nine clips
Without all that shit on their hips
'Cause I know if they didn't niggas think they wouldn't listen
I know something from nothin' leaves nothin'
So nigga, quit frontin', say something
How many times can you say you shot someone?
How many times can you say you got someone?
There really ain't nothin' else to do, but a
Shake to the spot and get a brew, and a
Trip off the shit that you're makin'
Ain't worth sayin', ain't worth playin'
But yes, I think I got 'em down, see
Niggas don't know so you got 'em clown G
But yes I'm like really like ready to bank ya
For posin' and prankin' like a gangsta

[Chorus]

[Dazzie Dee]
All you gotta do is just chill for a minute
And let the real niggas deal with it
How many times can you say you broke off some?
How many times can you say you loc'ed on some?
Get it done
Let's just cut to the waste, don't chase
'Cause rap ain't all about cussin' and race
Uh, what about the good hood times being good hood times?
So I sing the good hood rhymes
But peep don't slip 'cause they trip
Tyin' niggas up in the mix
'Cause if you act like your life is in that mother fucking video
Then you just a video ho, also
Slip again and I'mma snatch you up by the Pendleton
Braids and Croaker Sacks and take you to the back and
Start banking ya from the true banksta
Who you prankin' you pranksta?
Playin' like a gangsta

[Chorus]

And break yourself, realize this
It's not nothing new for a true
But uh, I know the real, it feels like ya
Say you must do it, or do it in your music
Ya act like your AK and MAC-10 is throbbin'
But there just swabbin'
How many times can you say you spliffed off somethin'?
How many times can you say you chipped off somethin'?
And there's no where to run to, no where to hide
Even when they make you hoo-ride
No I really don't care about the usage of the slang
'Cause the homies know that you don't bang
You need to get work done, some get sprung
Quick to get tossed up, quick to get their mouth socked up
And there's no need to get knocked about the Glock
I'll bank ya for posin' and you prankin' like a gangsta

[Chorus]