Gangsta Music Lyrics by Diplomats, The

Gangsta Music Lyrics

    [Juelz Santana]
    Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
    It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
    Let me see you through this
    Killa, Jones, Freakay
    Yeah man, I'm back at it

    Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
    Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
    Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
    I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
    Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
    Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
    I see a town I'm likin'
    See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
    I run up on them with the pound and light it
    Like it's my block now, all right kid?
    He understood me quite clear
    Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
    And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
    Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
    Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
    Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
    Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
    And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
    Hey!

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
    Listening to gangsta music
    I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
    Watching how the gangstas do it
    I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
    Watching Shaft, clocking math

    [Juelz Santana]
    Now I see death around the corner
    Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
    Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
    .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
    Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
    One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
    Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
    Yeah, yeah, it's my year
    So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
    Jose or Hector Camacho
    Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
    Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
    I should y'all before, ey!

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
    Listening to gangsta music
    I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
    Watching how the gangstas do it
    I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
    Watching Shaft, clocking math

    [Cam'Ron]
    I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
    And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
    You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
    I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
    Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
    Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
    Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
    Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
    Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
    Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
    That shit's disgusting
    Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
    This on my wrist is nothing
    To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
    Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
    You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

    [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
    I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
    Listening to gangsta music
    I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
    Watching how the gangstas do it
    I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
    Watching Shaft, clocking math

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