Gotta Be A Gangster

Gotta be a gangster. gotta chase the paper

gotta be a baller, gotta be the player

gotta hate on women and ya gotta have some money

gotta cook crack, bust a gat someone look atchya funny

gotta drive a lac and get some fly a*s b*****s

carry techs to wreck snitches who try and

snatch ya riches,

gotta have tattoo's and a touch of the blues

gotta bring the funk f**k up a punk who

rap like a f**k up, run amok up,

level up five times on these fakes, 

irate about the years of radio, 

blaring s**t up out they a*****e

don't start hasslin when they say they proffesional rappin

just pro wrasslin FAKE ya sound is old and played out,

take out the trash from the last ten years

only ten percent of what people hear actually goes in they f*****g ears

so i stuck ten q-tips in some fluid until my ear drums was f*****g ruined

now my hearing is warped, f**k court, can't hear the judge, 

b***h when i lit up this newport

and just to settle the score and make it even

best believing people screaming stabbing samuari swords in they eye,

leave em bleeding, and i'm leading this s**t

new underground brigade, of enraged renegades

raised up in the day and age of fucked up fables and scripted out stories and plays

written by elite to keep us on the street

rich not wealthy , heaven sent, not wise enough to choose healthy investments

impressing and dressing future guessing is what i'm guessing

and we're betting on, while you're sitting on the lawn

i got your wife in the the bathroom while i'm on the john getting a blumpkin, dawg

Gotta be a gangster. gotta chase the paper

gotta be a baller, gotta be the player

gotta hate on women and ya gotta have some money

gotta cook crack, bust a gat someone look atchya funny

Gotta learn that it'll rain even if it's always sunny

Gotta burn fat sacks of chronic, blaze blunts and be on it

Gotta learn slang, change ya name, get some blang and join a gang

Gotta dumb it down for clowns who don't know what hip-hops about