(feat. Mack Biggers, Scrilla)

[talking]

Yeah, ^!$$% gangsta %#@!
See what a ^!$$% gotta realize is
That a ^!$$%, really don't like doing what he do

But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me

[Hook]

If I could then I would, stop slanging caine
Cause I know, that I should
But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood

And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood
I can't help it, ^!$$% I'm a gangsta


[Lil' O]
All I do is gangsta %#@!
Go to work grab the four, spank the brick

All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip
I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit
So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face

Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe
All these rappers telling lies mayn, $#&@ these fakes
You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight

Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter
And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter
Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler

Make a ^!$$% drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler
Dear Lord, have mercy
I'm a greedy mother$#&@er, and I'm thirsty

I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me
I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me


[Hook: Lil' O]

[Hook: Mack Biggers]


[Mack Biggers]
Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn'

Cause my dog, need four of them zones
Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone
Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone

Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost
I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt
Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house

And $#&@ around, and put a gun in your mouth
What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route
And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about

Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash
Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask
Knock a ^!$$% do' down, and tell that ^!$$% put his stacks in the bag

And don't flinch, my reactions are bad
I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag
My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have


[Hook]


[Hook: Scrilla]

[Scrilla]

It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time
With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine
I spit that %#@! that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South

Stepping on work, like a rug in your house
My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows
But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl

Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine ^!$$%z fluff they turkey's
And if you burn, ^!$$% your trust ain't worthy
What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale

And dropping one and drowning one, or you %#@!ting in jail
I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce
Cause our life, is rough around the edges

That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose
I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe
And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes

If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, $#&@ the world

[Hook: Scrilla]

[Hook: Lil' O]


[talking]
I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block mother$#&@ing gangsta
I can't help it, I'm a Southwest mother$#&@ing gangsta
I can't help it, I'm a H-Town mother$#&@ing gangsta

We can't help it, we some bar none mother$#&@ing gangstas