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Celly Cel F/ E-40, B-Legit - Gangsta Act lyrics
[Intro: Crisis (Doc Doom) {Kurupt}]
 Yeah (yeah yeah) the Black Knights (Black Knights)
 {Tell these bitch niggas to snatch up
 Before these bitch niggas get smashed up}
 Yo, we gon' show you gangsta's get down (gangsta's get down)
 North Town, Compton, Cali bound (Cali bound)
 {Yeah, niggas Black Knights, Dogg Pound, we surround, nigga)
 Yeah, we gon' clown (clown these bitch ass niggas)
 [Crisis]
 My reign of terror is endless, ghetto physical fitness
 Leave ya on the floor twitchin', bitchin' cuz ya here wit
 The four/fifth, we empty out and reload clips
 Fuck who you roll wit, the faggot niggas don't control shit
 We the opposite, lockin' shit, while y'all blow dick
 Deep throat these hollow tips, let open up, lay stiff
 Label the memory, should've known the clones, death's the penalty
 Murderin' colonies, high jack communities, street journalist
 Ghetto shit, could deaf the you and me
 Dirty documents, invest every slum in the continent
 The elocutionist, sharpshooter, revolutionist
 Street scientist, got ya eyein' this, Crisis, about to ruin shit
 I long dick tracks from the back, on the attack
 Raw dog, knock all ya'll, disconnect, but stall ya'll
 Run wit minutes, handle business, never stop
 Until it's finished, niggas is foul, cripple ya style
 Willie McGuiness, tackle tracks, break backs and snatch ya money stack
 Jaw jabber bloody that, show you how a thug react
 [Chorus: Roscoe]
 I'm so tired of ya gangsta cats, wit ya half ass gangsta raps
 Puttin' on gangsta acts, we gon' show you how a gangsta act
 We run up in ya club and ya dubs get gangsta snatched
 Now ain't that how a gangsta act, ain't that how a gangsta act
 Now ain't that how a gangsta act
 [Doc Doom]
 Straight from out the bowels of killa Cal'
 Where niggas don't smile at all
 Stick you up in broad daylight, fuck waitin' until night fall
 Snatch ya chain right off, ya neck, put ya lights out
 Then jet back to the set, then dip another wet
 Killa shits, all you gon' hear from the killa click
 Killa Bee Gang bangers, dark hearted, lunatics
 Ya mix up in heavy light, only fuck bitches that's already tight
 To open they legs, so I can sweat it right
 Ya damn right, we be the hardest, gangsta rap artists
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 At 1-800-BLACK-KNIGHTS, fuck where ya fools from
 If you in my hood, home-boy, you better have ya gun
 On ya side, cuz I know a gang of niggas that done died
 In these streets, slippin' without a heat
 But I'm glad that it ain't me, that's trapped in the dirt
 Cuz 'fore I go, I gotta leave my mom's a desert
[Chorus]
 [Monk]
 Monk rock mics over Hennessey, bitch spittin' that real nigga shit
 How long where niggas don't die, we just get high and take flicks
 Smoke weed and hit licks, talk shit, and hit tricks
 Move weight by the bricks, and shoot kites to convicts
 That killa Cal' shit, Cadillac's and Rego's and Lolo's
 Slippin' on them D's, the Knights wit flat beds and lolo
 Post for gangsta photos and high top chucks
 Show you how a gangsta act, cuz we don't give a fuck
 Young niggas off the block, that uncontrolled, unorthodox
 Gettin' money, lookin' bummy, same gear for three days
 Wet like a tidal wave, ya punks better behave
 When the nights come through, push through like trouble makers
 Unstoppable, off the top, my brigade controls the block
 [Interlude: Kurupt]
 Kurupt Young Gotti, hell hound number one, nigga
 Check it out ... nigga
 [Kurupt]
 Gangsta, gangsta, bitches and hoes
 Muthafuckas jack for they switches and folds
 I'm concrete wit caliber's, to shade these out-of-lesson niggas
 Like Excalibur in separate sections, see
 Talon touch niggas like fingertips
 That put anything in ya pockets in my fingertips
 To touch my palm, you soak and expand my mind
 Hit niggas in separable places at the same time
 Poetical stand bomb, nigga, scodelic relic
 Skatin' like ice, and wit the .38 to ya pelvis
 Smokin' on somethin', pokin' on somethin'
 Apply the pressure to the gates, rollin' on hundreds
 Save ya self nigga, cuz you know you don't want it
 Sixteen bitches, sixteen switches
 Matrix and new glitches to canyon niggas in ditches
 Black Knights and the Pound, Young Gotti the real hound, nigga
[Chorus 2X]











