Lyrics Z–Ro – I’m A Gangsta
Text:
Talking:
Yo yo yo (yeah man), this how we do it out here
You know I mean, ain’t nothing but straight hustle
You know I mean, yeah
Hook:
If you didn’t know that, I’m a gangsta
Making that money, if you stiff me I’ma gank ya
Better off, bitch nigga I’ma bank ya
Yes nigga, I’d like to thank ya
If you didn’t know bitch, I’m a gangsta
Making that money, if you stiff me I’ma gank ya
Hit you so swift, and I’ma bank ya
Daz:
I’m just a gangsta, I fuck with gangstas
What’s up to my niggaz, that don’t fuck around with prankstas
I ain’t no ordinary, my commesary stay fat
Put em on they back, like this and like that
Clack-clack, niggaz’ll get your strap
Get capped, we putting niggaz on they back
Now day’s, you know my fucking rhyme pays
They fiend for this shit, that’s how they seen us how they grave
I’m a slave, until my fucking wicked ways
That’s how I do it now-a-day’s, to get paid
I drink my O.E., my homie told me
That you a bitch ass nigga, sucker and fony
Tell me what you need, that’s what I really got
Your homie last week, them niggaz got shot
Stone and bombed out, I’m headed down South
Holla at my nigga Z-Ro, what we all about
Hook
Tony Montana:
My whole damn life, been nothing but gangsta activity
Straight out the womb, the doctor said no possibility
For me to be a fortunate member, of the society
Been robbery robbery, intimidation and anxiety
Holler if you feel me, I’m a gangsta to the bone
Leave bullets when I’m pissed, you don’t wanna cross me homes
Indeco umbravo, estaso wando en fuego
Tony Montana a chicano, cubano who want some paper
Leave you stretched on the streets, 2-86 degrees
If gangsta living ducking prison, when you fucking with G’s
Never stopping the grind, for life I stay hustling
The real Montana, Z-Ro and Daz straight busting
Law Fleze:
Sleezy talking bout what gangsta is, you a gangsta bitch
I doubt it, but you green like a Heineken bottle
Plus you see through, I can see right behind you
You got broad in you, so walk like a model
You say you got gats, bet mine is bigger
Got more rockets in my house, than the Compact Center
Z-Ro knock niggaz out, Daz he jack niggaz
But Law Fleze, I’m just gangsta nigga
Hook
Z-Ro:
All y’all niggaz, better recognize
Or somebody gon be a victim, of my tech tonight
I love nothing, you think I’m bluffing you can come and try me
I’m a gangsta, and I been thugging way since the early 90’s
Boss packers, get dealt with
I been busting my bitch so much, she almost melted
Had to switch up and get a chopper, cause I might get murdered if my heat jam
But I ready to die with a AK, you don’t wanna fuck with me man
My aim, is straighter than a perm
Them big ol’ bullets, make motherfuckers wiggle like worms
Z-Ro the Crooked is not a hoe, but some niggaz think I’m lying
Trying to stop me stacking, but hater you can’t hold me down
I’m unstoppable, but Presidential Records trying to stop me
I’m a living breathing pistol, and road blocks will only cock me
When I bust, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Better get a weapon, cause it’s murder when they fucking with us
Hook x2
