Gangsta Gangsta

[Intro:C-Mob]
Let's get twenties motherfucker
(You know, jig on the beat nigga)
Y'all know what time it is
(This is for the grind and the hustle)
Crack a bottle of Goose and a bottle of purp, keep that work
(Is to be all over, all over the world [?])

[Hook: T-Rock]
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
We getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
Thеy gangsta
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
Wе getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
What's up?

[Bridge]
C-Mob in this motherfucker
Y'all want that gangster huh

[Verse 1: C-Mob]
Everybody knows that I'm all about the paper and I'm finna get my money even if I gotta break bones
When you meet me you will know you're in the presence of a G
I'm the man that your girl wanna take home
Cause you know that I'll be handling bi'ness and if I do commit a crime, there will not be a witness
Because I always keep my game on point
And they know that I don't start shit if I cannot finish
Anyone who wanna cross me is a dead man
Or they're paralyzed and they're pissing in a bed pan
Cause I'm gutter living and I'm dripping for the bread pan
Trynna get the ink-up then I make em want ten grand
Haters wanna hate, but the fact of the matter is I'm doing my thang and they mad they're making less bread
If you wanna do it we can do it
I'mma leave you leaking fluid
When I pull the pistol I'mma leave your chest red
Laying on your death bed
Shot up in your crack bed
Body turns cold and your soul will be rested
Spent a lot of time in the streets invested
In the company a killings never with a meth-head
Don't fuck with a gangster
But you better make sure that you got a real strong backbone
Cause I come from the land of the GDs, BDs, VLs, LKs, and Black Stones

[Hook: T-Rock]
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
We getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
That gangsta
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
We getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
What's up?

[Bridge]
Don't nobody get these strippers loose like T-Rock nigga

[Verse 2: T-Rock]
Everybody know that I'm the man on the south side
See me on the corner with a dope man duffel bag
Pocket full of nickels and a closet full of pistols
On the grind, in the middle of the avenue I'm hustling
A man with intention intuition of a rider
A south-sider
From knowing nothing but survivors
Ape man sticking put a stake and inflates
Or they get taken away off in the wind like Elijah
Dry a nigga and see if I don't put a hot one inside ya
We murdered the fakes and then conniver's
Now they running from my seventy round drum
I loaded ammunition nigga shoulda been wiser
A renegade with no rules
Make a lot of haters hating at the same time hoes choose
I'm a nigga that flipping and so I kick it with position nigga use as a criminal I'm on a pro tools
On the block I'll make the same
In the club hoes know a nigga name cause I make it rain
Haters knowing cause they keep it in they mouth and it tastes like shit to em every-time we say it man
We keep them gangsters crunk
Strippers loose, straight off that goose
Y'all hoes ain't real
Won't cop
Won't shoot
Won't knuck
Won't buck
Y'all hoes ain't tough
We do this

[Hook: T-Rock]
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
We getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
We getting killers crunk (crunk)
We getting strippers loose (loose)
We make them haters hate (hate)
We make they hoes choose (why?)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
She want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
They want that gangsta gangsta (that gangsta)
What's up?

[Bridge: Slikk]
Now they get us in the G-A-N-G-S-T-A-S-H-I-T
What nigga want what

[Verse 3: Slikk]
G-gansta shit
Run up on a nigga then shank em quick
Man look at the niggas that I'm hanging with
We banging on niggas we dangerous
You thinking a nigga don't bring the fists
To the battle
Fit these niggas a hat
They're not knowing that I'm packing the steel
I can see the back of their whip and give em my sheeter's
You tripping guarantee it and in fact it's a cheer
I don't really wanna kill a nigga but I got my blood bubbling hot
I'm not running from the cops
I'm running from the nigga that be popping at the list with the quickness
They don't wanna trouble with the Glock
I'm busting off the top
Yeah, any hater can get it
Thinking you fresh I'm shooting bullets at your fitted
A nigga better get your girlfriend before I hit it
And give me some dome yeah you know that you with it
Every nigga wanna be the baddest nigga living but I'm sticking niggas up and all their money I be getting
Yeah their bitches I be hitting from the back and then she licking on my sack and I ain't giving nothing back and she ain't tripping
If she all about her bi'ness if she playing her position
Chop it off, pick it up, then keep switching
Slikk get em bust a nigga head if you bitching
Staying on my A-game I ain't ever slipping