Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image N***a But You Know You Ain't Gangsta(Gangsta)
You Can Fool Yaself N***a But The Fact Still Remains You N***as Just Ain't Gangsta(Gangsta)

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You Got Ya Braids To The Back(You Gangsta Rite)
Solja Rags And Some Tags(You Gangsta Rite)
So You Roll Wit A Clique(You Gangsta Rite)
Claim You Dont Date No Shit(You Gangsta Rite)
I See You Got Ya Golds In Ya Mouth(You Gangsta Rite)
But Them N***as Shot Up Ya House(You Gangsta Rite)
I Know You Ain't Gonna Go Like That(Cuz You Gangsta Rite)
You Gangsta Rite(Rite), You Gangsta Rite(Rite) You Gangsta Get Real

All You Animated Put Togther Popeye Thugs Need To Ea Ya Spinach Fo Ya Try To Step To Me Cuh
Ain't Yosemite Sam Nor Elmer Fudd
Got A Mossberg Pump And It Filled With Slugs
Hit Ya Homie In Tha Mouth
You Ran Thats How Tha Cookie Crumble
Damn Dude Fast He Remind Me Of The Warner Brothers
You Ain't Gon Kill Nuthin Or Let Nuthin Die
Be Tha First To Testify To Tha FBI
Yo Gotti Got Guns We Ain't Seen Before
Ar-15s, Red Beams And Scopes
Ya Moms House Got Sprayed
And Ya Mans Got Hit
You Was All On A Dinner Date Trickin To A Bitch
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Yeen Shot Nobody
Yeen Sold No O's
Yeen Been On A Mission
Kicked Down No Doors
Yeen Pimped No Bitches
Yeen With No Riches
Yeen Cut A N***a Head And Made Em Go Get Stiches
Yeen Bout Yo Skrilla
And You Sho Ain't A Boss
You Ain't Help Yo N***as
You Can't Seen No Cross

You With Ya Ho Romantic
I Make Ya Panic
On the Map Cold Deala Like Shootin That Cannon
And Ya Bitch Can Get It To
So Get A Cap Gun
Gangsta Why Tha Fuck You Run Wit A Gun
Real N***as Dont Press Charges
What Tha Fuck You Doin
You On Tha Stand Pointin Fingers At Peliminary Hearing
Me Vs The State And You Was The Victim
Thought You Said You Was A Solja
You Runnin With Killas
Yeah Tha Truth Hurts N***a
But Not More Than Bullets
I Make A Bond Get A Gun
Run Up On You And Pull It
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You N***as Square As A Pool Table
And Twice As Green
Type Of N***a Take All His Work And Front It To Fiends
Real Gangstas Get Money
And They Call Tha Shots
Got Block Burnas That Dont Rap
I Can Get You Shot
And Then N***as Tryna Get Tha Don Killed
Thats Why I Neva Leave Tha House With Out My Heata Concealed
I Got One In Tha Cham When I Jump In That Range
Keep My Hand On Tha Trigga
I Blow Out Ya Brains
Leave Tha Club Switchin Lanes
Half A Life Doin A Hundred
Tryna Catch This Crash Dummy That Won't Pay Me My Money
Im From North Memphis N***a We Dont Play That Shit
You Threw Ya Door Fenders And Windas
And Kill That Bitch

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