What you a gangsta? You fuckin pranksters (yeah) L-Burna (L-Burna) Deuce-double-oh-fo' Mo Thugs forever baby (that's right) St. Clair, Cleveland, Ohio (nigga) Run game to keep it straight gangsta By my frames say fuck all these pranksters We won't stop until I hear "Thank ya" Brought up in these city streets, I'm bringin them bangers nigga Nigga I was born into this thug life, I didn't chose it, I was chose A lot of these rappers fakin and frontin, tellin lies like Pinocchio Never had to tote the pistol, momma had the cleanest tissues Band-aids for the boo-boos but where I'm from, is another issue Down on the game or the game'll get you And you could stay broke, I'm a get richer Gotta stay low or the bullets they hit ya Nigga bad business'll catch up with'cha Split ya, get the picture mister, the game is about survival Probably clutchin on my bible, now what are you willin to die fo'? Are you liable for your actions? Were you tryin to point your finger? Blamin everybody but your damn self, well the fat lady's singin Now bring it raw, ain't no mercy for me, America ain't got no trophy for me I ain't even tryin to play that game cause the po-po just to thirsty for me Rather go out in a blazin glory, you know my name and you heard the stories Checkin for me cause I got game and these other niggaz is born, look at me Scorin all the points like I'm T-Mac and A.I. And look at these other players hatin, I'm the truth and can't lie We come to get live on, and ride on, like yup muh'fucker I got 5 on 'em With my mind's on it know my opponent, I warned you you don't want it See I see through what you don't see, and I can pin it 20/20 Niggaz they know I'm so for real like O.D.B., better gimme my money 1's, 10's, 20's, 100's, nigga, if you owe me, run it I'm a continue to stick you blunted, homicide won't know who done it Damn, that's the way it is and that's just how it's gon' be Keep yo' gang to yo'self homie, I represent no phonies - fuck 'em Run some game ready, 'Zilla, known to drop heavy Deadly, show you lil' somethin boy if you let me Feel me, life is like a game of dice You roll them right the first time, the same life can't roll 'em twice Grrr, I bite hard for mines It's a new track for the new jack, I'm a dog for mines I'm in too deep, competition dead on the street They head is weak, I know the odds hard to beat But fuck that, my homies got a score to settle With theyself, plus it's still a lot of tea in the kettle We refute the devil, you can't fade the levels And you can never ever, come test the rebels - grrrr Got the burners Man I'll put y'all dig in the dirt when you fuckin with us or my niggaz I'll leave you stankin nigga, cause 16 round Wanna be down with us but the fake niggaz can't be found with us So nigga, we mash when we roll, we got fo'-fo's on you hoes You niggaz know the go and oh, me and my niggaz we gettin this dough We said one million, two million, three million, fo' Still movin up the ladder but we needed that mo', so here we go We runnin game on you bitches, we got the fame and our riches So niggaz aim and we picutre, we let them thangs come and get ya We that swift, I ain't gotta shoot ya dawg Just to see your body fallin, here we go, to the morgue
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Copy to Clipboard: What you a gangsta? You fuckin pranksters (yeah) L-Burna (L-Burna) Deuce-double-oh-fo' Mo Thugs forever baby (that's right) St. Clair, Cleveland, Ohio (nigga) Run game to keep it straight gangsta By my frames say fuck all these pranksters We won't stop until I hear "Thank ya" Brought up in these city streets, I'm bringin them bangers nigga Nigga I was born into this thug life, I didn't chose it, I was chose A lot of these rappers fakin and frontin, tellin lies like Pinocchio Never had to tote the pistol, momma had the cleanest tissues Band-aids for the boo-boos but where I'm from, is another issue Down on the game or the game'll get you And you could stay broke, I'm a get richer Gotta stay low or the bullets they hit ya Nigga bad business'll catch up with'cha Split ya, get the picture mister, the game is about survival Probably clutchin on my bible, now what are you willin to die fo'? Are you liable for your actions? Were you tryin to point your finger? Blamin everybody but your damn self, well the fat lady's singin Now bring it raw, ain't no mercy for me, America ain't got no trophy for me I ain't even tryin to play that game cause the po-po just to thirsty for me Rather go out in a blazin glory, you know my name and you heard the stories Checkin for me cause I got game and these other niggaz is born, look at me Scorin all the points like I'm T-Mac and A.I. And look at these other players hatin, I'm the truth and can't lie We come to get live on, and ride on, like yup muh'fucker I got 5 on 'em With my mind's on it know my opponent, I warned you you don't want it See I see through what you don't see, and I can pin it 20/20 Niggaz they know I'm so for real like O.D.B., better gimme my money 1's, 10's, 20's, 100's, nigga, if you owe me, run it I'm a continue to stick you blunted, homicide won't know who done it Damn, that's the way it is and that's just how it's gon' be Keep yo' gang to yo'self homie, I represent no phonies - fuck 'em Run some game ready, 'Zilla, known to drop heavy Deadly, show you lil' somethin boy if you let me Feel me, life is like a game of dice You roll them right the first time, the same life can't roll 'em twice Grrr, I bite hard for mines It's a new track for the new jack, I'm a dog for mines I'm in too deep, competition dead on the street They head is weak, I know the odds hard to beat But fuck that, my homies got a score to settle With theyself, plus it's still a lot of tea in the kettle We refute the devil, you can't fade the levels And you can never ever, come test the rebels - grrrr Got the burners Man I'll put y'all dig in the dirt when you fuckin with us or my niggaz I'll leave you stankin nigga, cause 16 round Wanna be down with us but the fake niggaz can't be found with us So nigga, we mash when we roll, we got fo'-fo's on you hoes You niggaz know the go and oh, me and my niggaz we gettin this dough We said one million, two million, three million, fo' Still movin up the ladder but we needed that mo', so here we go We runnin game on you bitches, we got the fame and our riches So niggaz aim and we picutre, we let them thangs come and get ya We that swift, I ain't gotta shoot ya dawg Just to see your body fallin, here we go, to the morgue
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