Thats Gangsta Lyrics by Shyne

Thats Gangsta Lyrics

    [shyne]
    Hustler, bad motherfucker
    Brooklyn to the rucker, cali and back
    Court cases pendin, all the blood drug money spendin
    Ferrari engines leave your whole fuckin block tremblin
    I'm what niggaz wanna be, a straight g
    Whore bitches wanna suck and fuck for free
    I'm alpo, before you snitch dog
    I switch lines and rhymes faster than i switch cars
    Ghetto star, name ring in every hood
    Heartless villain, money driven killin
    And bury my opposition, for a pot to piss in
    Knickerbock position, listen

    [chorus 2x: shyne]
    A hundred carats in the watch (that's gangsta)
    Gettin skull off in the parkin lot (that's gangsta)
    Feel the knot when you loft (that's gangsta)
    Takin over spots and blocks (that's gangsta)

    [shyne]
    I got a question; as serious as cancer
    Where da fuckin safe at? somebody better answer
    Before i start killin and fillin these double-i slugs
    In your mug then you spittin up blood
    Got dead gangstas rollin over like, "yo this nigga cold"
    The way he cut his coke is murder game to his flow
    Rich is, my only reason for bein, shit
    I never had hope, until i sold dope
    Drug game is infectious, got me livin reckless
    Feds get uptight when they see my watch and necklace
    Glow, fuck 'em, they can't catch me
    Murder and money, 'til they throw my ashes in the sea

    [chorus]

    [shyne]
    Mac-10's, crush rocks and drops
    The best respect, the feds only fuck cops
    Coke price raisin, task force raidin
    Bustin at secret agents runnin up out the days inn
    Roller, diamonds and mack-milla's
    Fillers and loud pipes for all my killers
    Money hungry honies around, the killer streets and the law
    The opium and the raw, that's what i live for
    For cuttin yea, never for today
    Extended magazines shootouts and ricochets
    Play a role and catch a bullethole, pop your blood vessels
    Ain't gonna wait before the smoke settles

    [chorus]

    {*scratching "serious shit"*}

    [shyne]
    Money in brown paper bags (that's gangsta)
    Servin fiends on the ave (that's gangsta)
    Menage red labels (that's gangsta)
    Honies with diamonds up in they navel (that's gangsta)
    Showin love to your hood (that's gangsta)
    Leavin cowards layin where they stood (that's gangsta)
    Floodin your homey's commisary up (that's gangsta)
    Never missin when we bust (that's gangsta)
    Money in brown paper bags (that's gangsta)
    Servin fiends on the ave (that's gangsta)
    Menage red labels (that's gangsta)
    Honies with diamonds up in they navel (that's gangsta)
    Showin love to your hood (that's gangsta)
    {*music fades out*}

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