Lyrics Saw a Gangsta Cry - Andre Nickatina

The way some cats they get they cash
Fuck around have a gun in your face
Tied up and they whoopin your ass
Man, most cats they dont play
Cause their moms get high
I can still recall the day i saw a gangsta cry

Man under the hot sun young cats they buck with hot guns fat ones
Man if you sellin this you better know the consequence shit
Walk just like army ants yeah man let me borrow that
Please homeboy dont be no snitch
Put this business before that fine bitch
Here go a classic tale a mother fucker just got out of jail
Slipped up on some major mail then went back to jail on major bail yo

Man most cats they dont play cause their mom get high
I can still recall the day i saw a gangsta cry

Dont be no perpetrator
Fuck around be on a respirator
Goin′ up to heaven on a escalator
Cause they sent you to hell on a elevator yo
Right in front of corner stores with the .45 slugs
Some might say theres unity
But there aint no love
Crack a smile like a beer bottle
Dont worry about the bullet cause it feels hollow
Keep your foot on the gas throttle
These mother fuckers aint no role models
Blow your mind with an evil disguise
Wiggin this nigga right in front of your eyes
Where he got shot thats where he lies
Layin there dead with open eyes
Blow you over on a street corner
Its all about that b soda
Breaking arms and shoulders
Cause this drama is thick as quotas
They busted you and you bust back
And just like a whip u gonna snap back
How they gonna fuck with you fuck that
Kill them all so they dont come back
Mind state
Crime rate
Hell waits but jail baits
Man if you make a mistake dont even wait
But mother fucker get up outta my face
Its a dirty loss for a dirty game
So mother fucker its a dirty shame

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

It was a trip when i first saw a gangsta cry
Didnt know didnt ask didnt wonder why
It was a trip when i first saw a gangsta cry
Didnt know didnt ask didnt wonder why

Indistructable fuck with a nigga
Busted slow ten years seven digits