Lyrics Master P – I’m A Gangsta

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Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault — we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23’s on the drop

Master P
My lifestyle gangster, I’m from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned the game but it wasn’t from Godfather

Pop
Pop’ll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice
My neighborhood like I’m Mr. Rogers, nigga

Master P
Nigga here to «Lean Back,» but you know I’m not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga

Pop
Befo’ a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it like you gone off of ‘dro and liquor

Master P
I’m a bonafide hustler, certified gangster
Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber

Pop
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, «DANGER!»
And momma told me not to talk to strangers
So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot

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Verse Two
It ain’t hard to tell, you know I get cake

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Verse Three
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your shine if they can’t steal your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I’m gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser

Ruga
They call me young Rug’, yeah that’s my name
I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game
You C-Murder on the block, it’s the Soldiers mayne
Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams
And my location, I’m in the Cali breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I lay low with the baddest brawl
I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off

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