G-A-N-G-S-T-A

[Intro: Bukshot]
G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A)
Gangsta

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
You can catch this heat all day
Spitting lava, watch it spray
My volcano will erupt, hit all you bitches trying to hate
Run up on me, meet yo fate
Great white shark, yeah you get ate
Disappear then people say you went A.W.O.L. like M.I.A
You're not good, I'm A-OK
Jump right in yeah we gon' play
Bring my chips like Frito Lay (chop chop chop)
Chop him down if he don't pay
You will go and I'ma stay
Can't leave till food's on my plate
Watch the weirdo's on his way
Most of you will not relate
I know these bitches that'll hate me for whatever though
They think that they can walk in my shoes but they'll never know
I'll put my hands around the ball and never let it go
You want a shot at me then step and pull my leather hoe

[Chorus 1: Hurraseason]
We G-A-N-G-S-T-A
M-O-B bitch we don't play
Making M-O-N-E-Y A-L-L D-A-Y okay
Who got work man we don't say
Who got cake, that's us all day
Run up with that B.S. you gon' see us plan this D.O.A
B-U-K-S-H-O-T, H-U-R-R-A that's me
F-U-C-K with my family, automatic R.I.P
Jobs look big like B.I.G
Try to cross me gon' D-I-E
F-U-C-K-I-N-G I merk yo ass on G-O-D

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Smash 'em like a cannonball
Attack like an animal
Gut people like Hannibal
Music-making cannibal
My rule's been tyrannical
Words I spit are flammable
Fear is understandable
My power's mechanical
I pump 'em up and then deflate 'em like a Patriot
I really oughta build some bridges with the hate I get
I really shoulda went to school with all the cake I spent
Instead I hid the bodies, dug a hole and laid 'em in
I promise they don't want it as they pray this cup to pass
They back me in a corner, now they scared that Buk will blast
And once the boulder's rolling tell me who the fuck will last
I give my word that I won't stop until your luck is smashed

[Chorus 2: Bukshot]
G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A)
G(G)-A(A)-N(N)-G(G)-S(S)-T(T)-A(A)
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta motherfucking
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta (gangsta)

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Haters are so killable
Break 'em down like syllables
Confrontation's physical
Watch 'em run, it's typical
My method's trivial
Attitude is cynical
I just like so many people, payback is the pinnacle
Must be something that I said
Talk to voices in my head
They told me you disagree with what I say, yo grill is red
I call 'em pencils cause their insides all get filled with lead
You're like the zombie with the Glock the way you wind up dead
I'm on a mission, take you out with clean precision
And when I'm finished use your body parts tonight for fishing
The weatherman is here I'm putting victims in position
The forecast tomorrow calls for murderous conditions

[Chorus 1: Hurraseason]
We G-A-N-G-S-T-A
M-O-B bitch we don't play
Making M-O-N-E-Y A-L-L D-A-Y okay
Who got work man we don't say
Who got cake, that's us all day
Run up with that B.S. you gon' see us plan this D.O.A
B-U-K-S-H-O-T, H-U-R-R-A that's me
F-U-C-K with my family, automatic R.I.P
Jobs look big like B.I.G
Try to cross me gon' D-I-E
F-U-C-K-I-N-G I merk yo ass on G-O-D