[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You n***as will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta
[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
I feel sorry for the target when we pull out them choppers
They calling 911 like we don't give it to coppers
We get it poppin
Homie I gotta win, losing ain't an option
My lawyer blind, he got bitches a doctorate
Lord forgive me for that shit that I did in the past
Black gloves, black mask
It's what I wore when I was letting that hammer blast
It took a black president to get Osama ass
I'm with my white chick, taping up them white bricks
On the west coast, LA is where I get my shit
The product is better and the price cheaper
Room full of sneaker boxes minus the sneakers
They stuffed with paper you know hundreds and 50's
We in the strip club making it rain with 20's
As far as this rap thing, I'm back on my grind
Wish Chris Lighty could see me, I'm back in my prime
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You n***as will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta
[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
Been tryna maintain financial stability
Risking my residence being a federal facility
The product we distribute is a call for hostilities
The fully automatic stay giving them disabilities
Hood Cosa Nostra, been in the worst corners and 550s love in my city
So the outside is getting ran in my command
'Cause the rap game is expanding motherfuckers
I'm from the block where we hand to hand it
And the neighbors hadn't understand it
Notorious, live life by the 10 crack commandments
When so many n***as is underhanded
I'm outstanding
So I was granted position to grab when the bag landed
Bullshitting n***as got left stranded
So now I'm the last man standing, straight gangsta
Don't respect my shit motherfucker, cause I command it
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You n***as will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta
[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
N***as know that the jailings got me strapped
Not the felons with the tight ass pants on n***as done get they blast on
See I'm the type of n***a shopping for another burner
But you the type of n***a wear your hair like Tina Turner
I fuck a bitch until she bleed, I ain't mean to hurt her
The slightest disrespect, that's all it take for me to murder
They savagery foe to foe hould I go any further?
Hoover Gangsta Crip, death before dishonor
The judge is just a man, be damned if I say your honor
Before I sell my soul, lay in a pool of piranhas
And even if my enemy get payed, I'll congratulate him
Can't think of one time in my life that I ever had to hate
Hail Mary, they screaming Pimp C back
Fly as a pigeon with 17 wings and a mink hat
I give a damn about a rap, fuck a punchline
I punch n***as for real, and put them on my plate, lunch time
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You n***as will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta
[Verse 4: Rah Digga]
It don't matter if it's 1 on 1, or 1 on 3
I guarantee the odds are gonna be favoring me
I guarantee your favorite rapper favorite rapper is me
I'm the epitome of what they pretending to be
If it's one man army, it's tell 'em they weak
Show enough, I had them weak n***as kissing my feat
I'm the bane of your existence, the plague on the beat
The swine flu that run through your whole crew in a week
Mad cow in the streets, n***a who want beef?
It's an epidemic when I start extending that heat
I'm the real big homie, people call me the chief
Cause the n***as under me will put you under the streets
I don't listen to half of you rappers, it's actors to me
Real Goodfella I had you in the back of the V
N***as say they the realest, only half of them mean
I'm the real, they estimate, depressing EST
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You n***as will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta
