gangsta music) Gangsta music (that gangsta music) It's that gangstahhh (uh-huh, uh-huh you heard me, this is gangsta music) Gangsta music (gangsta music) [B
we just too large We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real
seen it before they'll put a knot in your gut Stand up, check your areas your group, your troops These gang killers is real plus they, off the loot Proceedin
' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta
far as I'm concerned, music is music, I don't look at it is Rock R n' B or that kind of stuff, I just look at it as music you know And anybody who said
talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second Matter fact, you should take four B
a Hollywood coffee or soda You can call me a roller Your grill's glistenin' Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different What's the real sense of
choose this thugsta music Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely Gotta get, gotta get, get money (Mo' money) Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real
that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music
After "Get Rich" you weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B
jewels from the Diamond District Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK The brave, the great The Eastside nigga, the Empire State Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real
[Tyga] Uh, line full of b-tches hard fine b-tches the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition wanna know whats goin' on let me paint a picture
right You done felt grown before this can't be what it feel like And they don't really know whatcha feel like, for instance They don't know the difference between real life And the music
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches Always smoking blunts and getting drunk Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressing how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest
real crew, we got motherfuckers over here Rapping for real, eat pussy on records and shit That shit ain't what's happening, we got some real shit Trying
something real phat I got my partner short, sittin on the hood of a cadillac I got eveybody rolling I got kool-aid, he ain't spilling and he ain't trippin I got ol' t b
