- Votes:
- Composers:
- Cain
- Khari / Richards
- Marece Benjamin / Willis
- H.
 
- See also:
G-Unit - Gangsta **** lyrics
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
 Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
 You know what I mean?
 Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 I'm the talk to hit every barber shop and beauty salon
 'Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
 'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
 Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
 But when I come through, shh the talking stop
 My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
 Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
 All the hoes I got, 'cause he stunts in the drop
 Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
 That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
 I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
 So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
 Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
 I'll send your kids through the shooter
 Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
 They tell me see careful good
 'Cause niggas wanna see like you
 They ain't used to a G like you, bam
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 You think you a killer but we gonna just pay 'em a visit
 Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
 I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
 Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
 Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
 After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eatingG-Unit - Gangsta **** - http://motolyrics.com/g-unit/gangsta-lyrics.html
 Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
 Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame
 A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
 So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
 I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
 Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
 Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
 Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
 So point him out and watch how I knock him off
 Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching y'all
 Motherfuckers
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 Come on, nigga
 I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
 I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
 Begging niggas don't understand though
 Probably 'cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
 Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
 You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
 These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
 Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
 Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
 My niggas buying so much ammo if you reach in the couch
 For loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
 Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
 So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
 There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
 Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass shot
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
 They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
 They ain't about that man, matter of fact
 Hand me my strap, show me where they at
 I'll stop 'em from talking like that
















