Gangsta ft. Billy Blue Lyrics

Yeah, what's up, Soulja Livin Tru, nigga

Its a dun-dun-dun, you know that

Retro, why you goin' so crazy

I'm the influence, these other niggas infiltrators

Divide and conquer, nigga, a whole ship, them betray ya

Use your power and your money to get the respect, then they slave

I wanna see everybody in chains, but I don't wanna see a change ya

Movin' different, I don't even wanna see a stranger

Yeah I hear you speakin' out, but I don't understand ya Anger

Watch who you speakin' round, you might just find yourself in danger

You went through somethin' held it down an made it out, you a gangster

A real gangster, once you make it out, don't forget to tell the Lord, thank ya

Its Some shit I heard about, and I'm just hopin' that it ain't ya

Remember Trappin' out the house until them crackers bring the tanker

Im Gettin' money, you can go and ask my banker

Bruh, I brush a nigga and he ain't never been a painter

My plug, triple-A, he cross the street from the arena

Im Lookin' for that fine white girl, have you seen her

Soulja, my demeanor, I keep on rollin' like Tina

I done said, fuck it, pour the juice in the jupina

I was hand-to-handin' J's, back when Blue had the Beamer

We got Cocaine on Biscayne and hurricanes called FEMA

Yeah, bout' to shake the bitty back

Bitch say she wanna break me off, piece of that kitty cat

Distroying when I step in the field, ain't finna pity pat

Baby say she want me to feed her, I got that stimilac

I'm Beatrice in the Jets, passin' out them checks

Niggas on the internet, never been a threat

Huh

What's the sweat? I don't know, I don't get into that

A tru Soulja, you don't know how I'm livin', yet

Huh nigga, a real gangster

Nigga livin' like a gangster

How it feel to be a gangster

What it is to be a gangster

Zoe nigga out the trenches way before the labby

I might ain't make my mama smile, but made the trigger happy

I done buried best friends are caught to shoot a lacking

You can tell how they feelin', get him close-casket

Started off with a ball, no MJ

A G comin' out hard, dues been paid

I went from trappin' zips to hittin' licks

To layin' down Mr. B, now flippin' bricks

Posted up in Sunday service, Versace fit

Dropped a bag in that offerin', just off the whip

I'm a gangster, still can't look my mama in her eyes

She pray on my dope money right before she pay her ties

Gangsta

Nigga, a real gangster

Nigga livin' like a gangster

How it feel to be a gangster

What it is to be a gangster

A real gangster

Once you make it out, don't forget to tell the Lord thank you

It's some shit I heard about, and I'm just hopin' that it ya

I Remember trappin' out the house until them crackas bring the tanker