We need to kick some shit about these
old fake ass motherfucking gangstas.
I'm let my god damn niggas
Different bars than my god
I gotta come with a hard one about these studio
gangstas and the shit that they say they done.
Them rhymes is getting too strong.
How the fuck you kill a nigga on
every motherfucking song?
I'm getting tired of this fuck shit.
Ain't tryna pull some shit,
and steady writing that bullshit
your crew ain't shit, I know that shit
I never seen you in a hood, hoe
I never seen you throw them fangs in
a motherfuckin' fight, bro
You's a fake -ass prankster
The double -O gon' label you
Studio gangster, studio gangster
Studio gangster, studio gangster
I know your punk ass ain't
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Walk around town like you own something
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Come with that wack shit,
Niggas fuckin' up shit up
I thought they grew up in the ghetto
But fuck it, that shit is just a big front
I oughta beat yo' motherfuckin'
Gangsta, straight gangsta
And steppin' to bloody filth
Lights you up like a spliff
And you will end up dead and stiff
Get your squad, motherfucker
Fuckin' with the undergrow
Bitch, we goin' toe to toe
Beat you like a stepchild
After that, it's guns and ammo
And see your blood drippin'
Fuckin' with them wrong niggas
real niggas want some real shit
So get yourself some nuts and
And race a little bitch, ace up, nigga
Out the studio, studio gangsta,
Fuck them niggas, out the nickel,
I'm comin' to fill your cap and kill ya
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
I wanna get rich up back, son of a bitch
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta,
nigga wanna shank ya, tryna be a gangsta
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta,
your life is in danger, nigga had it started at ya
I ripped up shit in 86, slangin' cocaine,
16 years old, introduced to this dope game
Couldn't tell me shit, cause I had shit happenin',
and had a big bank, nig ga long for this rappin'
So I spent game from the experience, bitch,
but you niggas keep reppin' that studio shit
And, uh, me, I gots to ask the question,
Cause you ain't killing shit,
Nate, and letting shit die
well you're soft as a fruit
And pimps pimp bitches and
And real hustlers gotta get it,
Cause, uh, money talks and,
So back the fuck up with the fuck
you'll get your ass trucked
And way too small to fuck around
Take it from a big banker
You ain't shit, you punk bitch
But a punk -ass studio gangster
Lay -la -na -na -na -na -na -na -na -na
That's all I'm hearing on
Good shot, shot, pow, pow, pow
You're al ways grabbing your
You're always reaching for your 9
You always pullin' out your
AK -47, you punk -ass motherfucker
AK -47 is dick in your mouth, bitch
Uh, and I'm kickin' some real
Tellin' you how it is, motherfucker
You wanna do a drive -by, bitch?
Come on out there, and do a drive -by,