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(gangsta shit, gangsta shit, n***as like me into gangsta shit)

[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
N***as like me make the world go 'round
Beats by the pound is them n***as droppin' platnum sounds
N***as like me roll wit extra clips
Cuz n***as like me be in some gangsta shit x2

N***as like me quick to pop that steel
Because n***as like me, haters trying to kill
And uh, n***as like me used to slang birdies
Before n***as like me was into R-A-P
You see n***as like me ball wit nuthin but thugs
30 deep, strapped muggin, in the back of the club
It be n***as like me posted up in the cut
Ready to lite this shit up cuz I dont give a fuck
N***as like me role wit Master P
And that red ass gangsta Mr. B-O-Z
N***as like me from the west to south
N***as like the M-O-B and Mystikal

Chorus x2
[Mystikal]
Muthafucker better hump in your back
Clock the Glock, hold up the buzz, tear up the club
Make these weak ass n***as know the fuck you at
When they see you wit yo beer banana
N***a you skipped the line, you get yo shine
Make yo money don't play no time
Yo hoe big fine, torture line
Them n***as dont trip they respect yo mind
Excute us to see ya, follow the leader
Looked up to a lil trill, wanna be ya
Black tuxedo wit a 9 milimeter
Call Steady Mobb'n we all ready now

[Silkk]
Mistah hold up
Type a n***as goin behind his fiance goin out n' creep
And at the weddn', any reason why these two shouldn't be married, she a
Freak
I be the typa n***a that holds his own
That typa n***as block be holdn' his own
Ya know I be sayin buzz, holdn' the crome
Below holdn' the dough like, what went wrong
No findn' jail I box the more
I just knocked poped on the door
If I don't kill us, live that pop smoke
Who you think I am, fuck ya'll, steady mobb'n
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus x2

[Billy Bavgate]
N***as like me got you smokin' dat weed
Sellin' dat D, north south west to tha east
They say, a n***a like me, I put the funk in tha streets
My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets
I'm a public enemy on my enemies
Drug dealers feeln' me I'm smokn' my weed
Til these jealous n***as bury me
Bury me real in the pine box
Put me next to moms and pops
One love to the n***as dumpin shots at cops
For the crooked shit they do man it's got to stop
And they say, a n***a like me am I a menace on the streets
Cause I handle my business when we meet

[Crooked Eye]
Chorus x2

Yeah, this dedicated to them real gangstas
Mystikal, he into gangsta shit
Steady Mobb'n, we into gangsta shit
Silkk The Shocker, he into gangsta shit
C-Murder, you into gangsta shit
And the Colonel Master P into gangsta shit
Big Boz, he into gangsta shit
N-O L-I-M-I-T into gangsta shit
Yeah, Beats By The Pound
Puttin it down
You other producers back up and put them drumsticks down
Craig B, O'Dell, that n***a KL
Mo D, and beats by Los
Don't even play these n***as close