Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
Whoo whoo, it's gangsta
Whoo whoo, it's gangsta

[Verse 1]

These rap n***as spend a lot of time writin' punch lines
I walk in the vocal booth and just speak my mind
Look in my eyes, you see it, I lay it for the chedda
Twice I bet my life, I survived I'm betta
N***as lookin' all tough in the face
Your "screw me" don't move me
I beat you till you're black and blue like my favourite coochie
Move durin the jucks, you know I'm gon' shoot
See, you gon' pay me or the hospital duke?
Don't call me the feature, I don't wanna rap witcha
I brought my knife in the club, I came to scrap witcha
Got a hiss when I walk, a bop when I walk
You now rockin' wit the grimiest n***a in New York
50, aka Ferrari, F-50, aka 50 Cent, now fuck wit me
Cut a fiend, suffer for fuckin up my product
As a young buck I probably got your house party shot up, blaat!

[Chorus x2]

You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
N***a, bitch, follow me
[Verse 2]

N***as compare me to the new Lex Coupe, cause I'm ruthless
My left hook, will land in your smile and leave you toothless
My rims keep spinnin' when I stop at the light
I paid twelve just to catch that stunt, n***a, aight
Watch this, watch n***as hop on my dick
Run to the rims shop to cop the same shit
When I rhyme, I'm hungry like I'm fresh outta jail
In my hood they respect me like Sonny in "Bronx Tale"
I heard somewhere, n***as rather hear the truth than a lie
Ok, I sprinkle dust on my weed, wanna get high?
You know I'm gutter, but for the bitches I try and stay fly
My team can't work without me, I'm like Allen I, blaat!

[Chorus x2]

You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
N***a, bitch, follow me

[Verse 3]

It seemed to happened so quick, in '96 I went from sittin' in a 6
To the turtles on the Island beatin' me wit night-sticks
Since Dee and Waah days I had problems wit authority
When n***as try to tell me what to do it really bothers me
Look man, stunt on me and I'ma get mad at ya
N***as wit my attitude cause riots in Attica
Bastard child, pop's slayed, n***a, momma was Santa
Cut class but I'm a pro at spittin school-yard grammar
Reminicin' on, when I was broke, yeah I sold soap
And used my Grandfather's coffee pot to cook coke
There it is dawg, off the foot, see low
Brooklyn n***as we know, take money like Dee-Bo
Little n***as actin big like Pesci in "Casino"
Come to your projects and take a building like they Nino
You know, Mothafucka, Uh-huh, Uh-huh
[Chorus]

You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You're thicker than water
You could be a Blood or a Crip
N***a, bitch, follow me

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo