Lyrics Gangsta Music - Jeezy

I'm here now you old news
Got a couple old porches, couple old schools
I'll line ya ass up push ya tape backwards
'Cause I'm a real nigga I don't like rappers
And that ain't this and this ain't that
And bitch I'm strapped
Fuck wit real nigga that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi they just sell Coke
All I do is talk dro its like my brain on drugs
See me out nigga I do my thing in clubs
Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack of 20-dollar bill two bands in the middle
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is gangsta music,
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they goin' ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is hustler music,
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
This is hustler music
We don't talk on the phone 'cause it might stick
Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick
Dirty birds nigga we play wit them falcons
Know some niggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons
Talking young hungry niggas eat ya whole plate
Jeezy place the order niggas eat ya whole face
You got me Mr. Scrooge all fucked up
Jump out hit the switch light ya ass up
Carbon 15 wit the one pound drum
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out
My chain for yo life we can swap it out
All the gangstas they gon ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is gangsta music,
This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and
This is gangsta music
All the hustlers they goin' ride to this
They goin' grind to this
They goin' shine to this
This is hustler music,
This is hustler music, this is hustler music, and
This is hustler music
The hoes love my voice
Make they pussy moist
Certified g shit and I'm the gangster's choice
Niggas popping off hope they bullet proof
Leave holes inside ya like a sunroof
Mack 11 in the club and a sub nose
Swear to God knock you niggas out ya clothes
Lay ya ass flat like a doormat
Niggas ask for but they don't want that
In the rap game takin' niggas clientele
White ones like the powder that I used to sell
Give a fuck about a player hater
Hit 'em wit the tool bust his whole radiator