If You So Gangsta

Around here them boys, 'dem don't play

You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day

I give two fucks 'bout what a bird say

Playboy gon' do tings er way

I'm Raps Lebron Teflon Don

Baggettes on arm, the next Sean John

By any means I protect my charm

Play to bubble you up like my west Shawn Don

I'm only calm when I'm blowin' that chron

Gettin' them flashbacks like baby hold on

I never thought I'd sweat so long

And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song

Eyes wonderin' off breath all gone

Stomach all swolled up neck all warm

Head still spinnin' off that Seagram Vodka

Do you know who shot ya? Bitch get the docta

If you so gangsta

Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club

If you so gangsta

Why you a grown man still gettin' you pockets dug

If you so gangsta

Then how come every time you get into beef you tell

And if you so gangsta

Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?

Now every now and then a new kid got win

Yeah, but unfortunally for you I'm him

In my new tan Chucks with the blue dyed end

Hoppin' out that big truck with the new wide Grin

While ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in

We air the G4 let the crew dive in

Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop won't sell

I feed a nigga a shell like Taco Bell

I'm flyin' out to japan to attract new fans

Let 'em get to know the man with the tattooed hands

Them gem stars leave ya face all fat

So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap

I'm eithier gettin' money out of state off rap

So I'm tryin' to figure out what made Mase fall back

And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta

And I ain't from Atlanta but I'll A-Town stomp ya, mo' fucka

If you so gangsta

Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club

If you so gangsta

Why you a grown man still gettin' you pockets dug

If you so gangsta

Then how come every time you get into beef you tell

And if you so gangsta

Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?

It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go

It's a bitch sayin' something slick, slick

But you can suck my dick, dick

I'm grade A nigga you don't know who ya fuckin' wit

They'll run up on ya ass, you think you drunk ya lip

I got money bags big as a pumpkin' get

And pistols as long as the hand Shaq dunkin' wit

I ain't the type that's desperate

I model with diamonds now you can call me, "Icin'" Bedford

My down bitch holds the metal

She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of Jello

You ain't even almost rich

They fuckin' yo ass like the models in my porno flicks

Therefore you can't afford no six

So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed

Banks don't house warm not bitch

So if there was 5 of us, what?

Then she gon probably suck four more dicks

If you so gangsta

Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club

If you so gangsta

Why you a grown man still gettin' you pockets dug

If you so gangsta

Then how come every time you get into beef you tell

And if you so gangsta

Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?