Текст песни Fredro Starr f Begetz, X-Million - Pranksta
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[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]You know it gotta be gangstaWhen Other Peoples Money in the placeYou ain`t gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya faceYou are Pranksta already caught one...In ya faceIf you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waistYou don`t really wanna hear the glock echoNiggas`ll get it, send shots that`ll go through ya EckoLook, before this rap shit, we all was glockinOn the strip, yeah, was all was clockinWaitin til them semi-autos poppinMy gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n` poppinBelvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, haOutta the V let the toastas spray, haBack in the V throw the toast awayCops! Pull us over, throw the roach awayBefore the sirens is cominMy niggaz be runninBecause a minute ago all my niggaz was gunninAnd all you niggaz is frontin you really don`t want itWe kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpinYou get shot in ya stomach y`all don`t really want it[Verse 2: Begetz]Yo, y`all know me an my dudes we clappin the TulyThat`ll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofyShots`ll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya hupteeIf I`m outta shells you get the back of the UziListen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the NinaIf you niggaz talkin slick it steam yaWant heat? I can get ya a feveaStuffy nose cause I`m sick with the heataA fifth that`ll lean ya, Christopher Reeve yaYall get sticked in the freezaBody wrapped up in the plasticJust like the clothes y`all get from the cleanasLotta lables out here think they dick in the dirtTil I leave em face down with they dick in the dirtI just started spittin and the begging and gettins won`t stopSoon as you rippin, then I`m clickin, you spittin, you dropAnd all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you notYou keep riffin and your lip`ll be gettin you shot[Verse 3: X-Million]I`m gettin tired, I ain`t gangstaBut I`m in and out of courts steadyBlunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavyI`m from the hood where shots get traded like MaberryOr we can put the guns down get your jaw readyFor my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet bedsBlow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDsJust know why niggaz can feel me is real sickCause I`m so wild nothin can kill me, I`ve been deadI`m on video rollin with po-poThem shots`ll get you left lookin like Jordan logoBodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunkStunttin for nothin, its nothin to stuntYou get shunk in the buggy eyed 500Not a mile on it, gully I want itPut 100 thou on it niggaAnd I ain`t gangsta?