[Intro: Excerpts from an unknown record]
To be a gangster, here you are!
Gangster B.. Gangster B.. Gangster B.. (Gangster Boogie)

[Verse One: Willie D]
Everybody wanna be a gangster
Gather up a posse, a crew, and live their life in danger

Get a Forty Ounce, roll laced Deuce
See a ^!$$% that you don't like and you shoot (*Gun Shot*)
Now, you feel important to your homies

Who like you or a bunch of damn phonies
Cause once selling go down, Willie D can't find you
Unless you got an army right behind you

You ain't crazy, like everybody thinks
You know who to $#&@ with, and who to not, point blank
You might be a mother$#&@ing prankster

But Willie D knows !@^%, you ain't no gangster
[Hook: Willie D]
Claim to be a gangster, claim to be..

Yeah! you hump ^!$$%z be flexing
Cause you think your $$# got protection
I don't want none of that %#@! cause I'm ex-ing, punk!

[Verse Two: Willie D]
You ain't no gangster, punk mother$#&@er
And you don't wanna start for

Cause I'll kick your little bitty-ass
Have your %#@! knocked ten and a halves
Boy, I roll like an eighteen wheeler

From Fifth Ward to Anchor's Home, they know me ^!$$%
I know the Reps, the folks, the terminology
Raw Food, said get from in front of me

Cause if you don't the streets you're gonna get picked on
You're just might get clicked on
By a bunch of young ^!$$%z that's coming up

And couldn't give a $#&@, who they was $#&@ing up
[Hook: Excerpts from an unknown record]
Claim to be a gangster, claim to be..

Claim to be a gangster, claim to be..
[Verse Three: Willie D]
You ain't no gangster, so why you say it on your songs?

Everybody knows you used to get chased home
(*##$, you ain't Fifth Ward hard, you're a !@^%
Leave the ghetto %#@!, to the ^!$$%z from the ghetto

I'm sick and tired of you're looking mean on your album covers
Number one; it makes madder than a mother$#&@er
Number two; it ain't nothing but hype

Don't even know what the mother$#&@ing fighting look like
Except, when you beat on a female
Still and yet, you ain't raised on hell

Cause when it comes to a ^!$$%, you can't get %#@!
But you look like Tyson when you're fighting a (*##$
This is for the gangsters, not your whole damn crew

But don't want the two fools who are true
(Gangster) You've found deep in a Blanco
But a true gangster can roll solo

Like me, even if my posse is unplugged
I can still go to the club
Cause mother$#&@ers know, I get down for my clown

And let my nuts hang to the ground
So while you're coming with the simple
I'm $#&@ing up your face like a !@#$ pimple

Toe to toe, blow for blow, you don't wanna flow
Now, everybody knows, you ain't no gangster (Gangster)
[Outro: Excerpts from an unknown record]

Claim to be a gangster, claim to be.. Gangster, Gangster
Claim to be a gangster, claim to be.. Gangster, Gangster