Jim Jones

Jim Jones - This Is Gangsta lyrics

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[Juelz Santana:]

Dipset bitch

Juelz Santana (yeah)

2004 its a brand new muthafuckin year

i hope you know that (you already know)

And we are in total control once a-muthafuckin-gain nigga (ook)

Dipset in the building

Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Killa muthafuckin Cam, Freeky Zeeky

[Juelz Santana:]

Live from the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at

Im back like cooked crack

and i rap like cooked crack

and dats a good match

and dats cum good crack

My gun hotter then the stove is on

So hot even i thought the stove was on

But the stove was off

i was jus rolling hot

i was jus rome the block

Hard body im a rolling block

Dodge squally, i dont know the cops

I dont know them rats

No, i dont condone in that

Im in my zone infact, aint no holing back

The 4'll mac when the beefin is on

Niggas cheat when its on

Niggas get reef wen its on

They cant believe when its on but its me wen its on(pooh)

But it is and this is what i do so

What it is, what is be, whats the sccop yo

Normally i dont ask that

Normally i just blast that but you an exception pussy

Ya girl told me you jus obsessed with pussy and you cant fuck you just upset the pussy

Im sumthin mean to watch

my machine'll pop

life off ya halipino top

Now i've been seen in drop coops oops

Radar ditectors(poop poop)

You cant catch me copper

You just upset me copper

Im on a jet ski copper(haha)

[Chorus x2: Juelz Santana]

Now if this aint gangsta and that aint gangsta then what is gangsta

Nigga i am gangsta, who aint gangsta, you aint gangsta

[Jim Jones:]

The truth is im what the games been needin

Food for thought, the fuck man you lames been eating (them lies)

I move, the streets do follow

I speed race, not through the streets (why) cuz police do follow

so watch em

These niggas throw flappy and sick(thats right)

We young cold flashy and rich

Plus we gun hoe and spz on a bitch

Cuz we dont pay for the pussy

The beef cum we dont lay for the pussy

Fuck em, Watch em, got em, spot em, pop em, drop em(lay em down)

Now Lord forgive us(pray for us)

Gangstas(say what) We all religious

And y'all wangstas i swear you give us the shivers

Dipset, the new black panthers

the boys ask us questions man we do not answer

Life's too short for me to pull my pants up

Im tryna let my nuts hang, system out the truck bang bang

Thats Certified Gangsta

You heard about me well then you heard about gangsta

Ill beat the brace off a nigga

but im tryna keep the tapes off a nigga

To get rich we do whatever we have to do

And when we hit the hood our bregins be grabbin you

Foul hundreds the 7th's Avenue

And niggas feel the pressure whenever we mashin through

[Chorus]

[Bezel:]

You aint gangsta, Listen up

I grip a pump, squeeze 3

and have any OG bitchin up

Man he a missing chump

And if not the big glock, our big shots so doc cant stith him up

Im from the city wher its easy to make do

Easy to bake Hoes

its easy to make 4's

you gettin them pencils

the pigs and the checks know

nex week theyll have you sittin on stake road

From HOC to CF to CF

cant hold me im prone to this BS

So imagine Bez on the phone gettin key check

fresh outta DC lampin in the GS

Thats how niggas do go get a clip or 2

fifth or glock, get a block, hit the spot, flip a few

And for a brick or 2

the led i carry, shit

im reditary, and ya kids could get it too

[Chorus]

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