Lyrics Gangsta Don't Play - Junior Reid , Fabolous

Yes, I want them to know, say real warriors don't play
And if you romp with us, you have to run away
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride
Gangstas ain't this fly? This is just a rare occasion
You can hear us blazin', soon as the layer is raisin'
Hell yeah, we hazin', sexy pair of Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian
They Bahama mamas, holdin' llama mamas
Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mamas
Murder them, murder them
They don't make a move 'til they get word from him
I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi
She on some belly like X with a squiggy
They say it's gangsta, but it's just the way of life
If life's a, better make everyday your wife
I'm from the era of the for drug spots
Happy to be here, so I smile in my mug shots
The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch
Before the George Bush drug watch, bloodclaat
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know, they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride
We say death before dishonor
The scent that you smellin' on my breath is
'Fore I left to Tijuana
I told them it was war, so they nephew or they mama
Betta wear a tef for they a gonna
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings when the slugs fly
Low life Loso, P Wing Rugby
Low Teddi, young that no ready
I go back like recline, no need for rewind
Still run through flat bush like the D line
Usually just the team
'Cuz them extra be unnecessary
Just like a Uzi wit a beam and a 'cuzzi full of steam
Suzie and Janine
Do like this but it's usually in there dreams
Gangsta don't sleep unless it's by the bed
Ever wonder why the bread gets snatched by the Feds?
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
And if they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride
I want them to know, say real gangstas don't play
If they romp with us, they have to run away
Know they romp with us and they go run and hide
Slip them, go slip and now a slide them, go slide
Only a fool get caught up in his own pride
Hope they'll be ready for your ride