"Gangsta Shit" Lyrics

[BIG WY]
Yeah
That gangsta-ass shit
Y-G
Y muthafuckin' G's
WOOP! WOOP!
Let these niggas know man
That's right, nigga
Yo punk, what's up fool?
Yank Dawg

[LIL' HAWK]
Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off my muthafuckin' day
I'm feeling good as fuck and now I'm ons my way
To C-K
These punk-ass niggas, this is C-M-G
Your number one Crab killas (that's right)
From the 4 to the Shaw even Century
On Figueroa we gotta sowed up
Rollin' with the D.L.B
Fuck Crabs cause nigga I blast 'em from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska)
And I ain't fuckin' with no bustas
Only them Damu Ridas CK'n' motherfuckers
And they ain't showin' no mercy when they hoo-ride
Leavin' no clues but a motherfuckin' homicide
Lil' Hawk Y-G, its just me
And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool
Ahahaha...

[BRONCO]
Motherfuck' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty
Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slippin', sidin' with my fuckin' enemy
Now it's the time to leave the planet and die
Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later, bye
Paper thin ass wax bangers, the shit done hit the fan locs
Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes
Nigga choose your muthafuckin' weapon
Brownies, brass knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson, I'm guessin'
That you would play the tough guy and think that you the shit
But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extra clips
Fully equipped for the set trip cause I know this shit's stompin'
Snatch your heart out your chest
And we can watch it stop pumpin'
Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride
East Side Rip Ridaz it's F for death on mine
Fuck all Slobs Cuz, you die motherfucker

[BATMAN]
Six muthafuckas, .357 hollow point Magnum shells
Closed casket made this Crab mama yell
Pendleton, khakis, pig tails
And Stars on my feet
Me and Puff, A-Wack
And my homie Satanic Sneak
I creep, with my specialty
Cause I'm a professional
Gangbangin' gangsterist
I live my life in dangerous ways
I go days without eatin', I'm steady sippin' on Night Train
C-K Rider killin' Crabs till I die
Gangsta Mr. Bat
Niggas wonder why, why I put it down on a muthafuckin' Crab nigga
East Side Swan Gangsta Bat
Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a muthafuckin' A-K
Yeah, nigga - yellow tape
Fuck Crabs
Fuck Crabs, fuck Crabs, fuck Crabs!
Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood?
Ninety Four - we out

[SIX PAC]
Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip or, Crip or, Crip or die
Snoops Rest In Piss, nigga you know why
Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up like a fire truck
Face to face with death stuck, shit outta luck
Nigga you just met a dark angel
You can say I work for Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle
Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares
And let the homies take it from there
Nigga you like red so much
Now check this out
Tie him to a tree and pour gas on his head and mouth
Well if it's on then it's on stick a match to him
And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him
Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season
East Side F.C.G. nigga you know the reason
Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies
Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with me
It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop
I take a trip to the 5th and get me a stick of that loop, shiiit
And now I'm feelin' like the king of the planet
You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic
Yeah nigga fuck all Slobs, this is F for death

[GREEN EYES]
Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick
My muthafuckin' initiation
Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin'
I gots to get in and out
Downin' the O-E 'til it's through and killin' every wearin' flue now
What's next on my muthafuckin' menu
I got to find some some muthafuckin' Crab
So put a fuckin' cap into
The earn some stripes
Green Eyes see some mo'
And I better not catch you slippin', bumpin' Steady Dippin' on the '4
And let me show you fuckin' Crabs how low I can get
I'll kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab bitch about to give birth
To a baby Crab
Now that nigga shit outta luck
That's why I murdered the lil' fuck
This Bangin' On Wax Deuce
Fuck a truce
Big Wy I'm high so pass the muthafuckin' gin and juice
While I slip the clip in and commence the set trippin'
And smoke all these muthafuckin' Crabs that I catch slippin'
Yeah fuck the Crabs, I gotta say what's up to the I-F-G gang

[AWOL]
I went to church for years but I only learned one thang good
So you can't blame it on Jesus
Cause He said love thy neighborhood
I got a cousin from Elm and one from the MOB
I put that on my daddy, I'mma kill them niggas, fuck Slob
Where you from Loc, you don't have to ask me
Lotion my tats so my K-P ain't ashy
I serve soup on Cherry Street
In Seattle's Central District where the Comptons meet, fool
I gangbang, hoo-bang, wall-bang
See my name struck up on the 91 freeway
So all Slobs better hide tonight
Hide tonight cause the K-Gang's hoo-ridin'
On my side, his side, your side
Them Slobs from the other side get up on fire, right
You might run from a Kelly with heat
Cause a slob in dead got to rest in grief, nigga