Yeah, we need to kick some shit about these
old fake -ass motherfucking gangstas.
I'ma let my goddamn niggas
If you're far as far as I'm
I gotta come with a hard one about these studio
gangstas and the shit that they say they done.
Them lines 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 tryin' to pull some shit,
that's steady ridin' that bullshit
Write some shit that's gonna stick
Cause you ain't shit, your crew ain't shit,
I never seen you in a hood, hoe
I never seen you throwin' flags in
a motherfuckin' fight, bro
You's a fake -ass breaster
The double -O gon' label you
Studio gangster, studio gangster
Rappin' about shit that you
Studio gangster, studio gangster
I know your punk ass ain't
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Walk around town like you
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
Come with that wack shit,
Niggas fuckin' up shit up
Drinkin' all that wiggity wack shit
I thought they grew up in the ghetto
But fuck it, that shit is just a big front
I oughta beat your motherfuckin'
ass for pullin' out that ho
Thug gangsta, straight gangsta
So yeah, I'm snitchin', you're bitchin'
And steppin' to bloody filth
Lights you up like a spliff
And you will end up dead and stiff
Y believe punk prank stuff
Welcome to my territory, bitch
Bring it on, catch a sprout, motherfucker
Fuckin' with the underground
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 the wrong niggas,
real niggas want some real shit
So get yourself some nuts,
and quit actin' like a ho
And raise your little bitch ass up, nigga
Out the studio, studio gangsta,
Fuck the niggas, out the nickel,
I'm comin' to fill your cap and kill ya
Studio gangsta, studio gangsta
niggas at it for an adventure
I ripped off shit in 86, slangin' cocaine
16 years old, introduced to
cause I had shit happenin'
nigga long for this rappin'
But you niggas keep rappin'
And, uh, me, I gots to ask the question,
Cause you ain't killin' shit,
well you're soft as a fruit
Max drive black with elbows and bows
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
Check 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
-na -na -na -na -na -na -na
That's all I'm hearing on
Gunshots, shot, pop, pop, pop
You're always 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?
S .A. and do a drive -by,
Go on out there, the fifth ward,
You startin' somethin', bitch