Styles P - Gangster, Gangster lyrics

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Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster

Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster

Styles P is a gangster, D-Block

Won't you come fuck with a gangster, gangster

You don't get nothin but gun shells

I ain't on the bar, Louch pass me the dumbbells

I'm in war mode, they in more mode

Body after body so the story was foretold

Twist 'em up real tight just like a cornrow, stick in they hair grease

Bullets in ya eye and your earpiece

Bullets whistle like canary for canaries

Your stones is yellow but so is the owner

Ain't a Blood but I'll make him a donor

Crash the whip at the dealer tryin to get me a loaner

Got a spliff that I dipped in Corona

Fuck around make you sip some ammonia

Karma, put your ass in a coma

Ain't nobody give a fuck if you paralyzed

'Kiss past the saw so I can shave down to barrel size

Said he was the king 'til he looked in the pharaoh eyes

Blow was the bulb was the verse as the arrow ride

What nigga!

Yup, AH-HA!

Yo, you ain't got to remind me, I'm a top-of-the-line G

If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3

If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life

Outside 'til it's finished my nigga, the whole night

Few contract and inkpens later

Turn into boss respect, mob ties and kingpin paper

Mountin the D, Cardi frames and pink Gators

Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters

Don't even think about the top 10, just think Jada

Never eat no less, then I think greater

Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks

A boy on a bike, while my man willie it

Silly shit, imagine how rich we could really get

Fuck a pool table, the crib got a billiard

Streets is our problem, hope Allah's got 'em

Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster

Silverback! No doubt (yeah)

That's you son, aiyyo I got you though

Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy, big Chevy

24's, bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws

4-4 sit on my lap, other thing in the truck

It's too big and it come with a strap

I got bitches, money, cars in a lot

I already got weed, bring cigars to the spot

Coke in a pot, 'gnac on the counter

Three money countless; get from around us

I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales

Like they probably won't last in none of these jails

I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers

No shirt, I'm back muh'fuckers!

The mac muh'fuckers don't clack muh'fuckers

That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'fuckers

Silverback nigga, the Barack O. of rap

L.O.X., D-Block coward, hold that!