Lyrics Gangsta Gangsta - Trae
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Twenty
inch
fours,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
drop
If
they
wanna
jack
I
ain't
finna
tell
a
nigga
stop
I
bet
a
hundred
stacks
he
can't
take
this
out
the
glock
I'm
a
damn
fool
puttin'
broke
niggas
outta
stock
Take
a
picture
bitch
send
it
to
my
niggas
on
lock
I'm
a
asshole,
ghetto
hoes
love
the
way
I
rock
A
sick
mouth
piece,
I
talk
a
bitch
right
up
out
the
cot
I'm
Tha
Truth
if
you
say
a
nigga
name
And
I'll
be
there
to
cross
ya
ass
if
you
say
a
nigga
lame
I
use
to
have
a
Hoop,
but
I
rearranged
the
frame
So
when
they
see
me
tippin'
slow
they
get
the
fuck
up
out
the
lane
All
Star
in
the
game,
money
longer
then
a
train
I
finally
got
fly
and
I
don't
think
I'm
finna
change
Thirty
stacks
out
the
safe
so
they
see
a
nigga
change
Fifty
mo'
stacks
now
they
know
a
nigga
name
Nah
the
game
ain't
the
same
my
attitude
through
the
roof
I'm
'bout
to
take
my
right
hand
and
run
it
through
a
nigga
tooth
I
hear
boys
gettin'
fly,
swagger
jackin'
in
the
booth
Tell
them
dick
ridin'
niggas
that
I'm
the
motherfuckin'
truth,
real
talk!
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Ayy,
a
nigga
wanna
find
me,
I'm
the
streets
of
the
south
With
a
bunch
of
ignorant
niggas
that'll
take
it
to
ya
house
In
a
click
of
black
whips
everytime
a
nigga
floss
I
tell
a
bitch
to
give
me
head,
and
tell
a
bitch
to
get
lost
It
ain't
nothin'
to
a
boss,
I'm
a
league
of
my
own
Better
greet
me
with
the
code
when
you
hit
me
on
the
phone
Tell
them
hoes
I'm
on
the
roam
on
26
inches
of
chrome
I'm
at
a
half
of
mill'
and
that's
off
of
rappin'
alone
If
you
think
I'm
goin'
broke,
my
nigga
that's
where
you
wrong
If
the
rappin'
stops
I
load
up
a
couple
bricks
then
I'm
gone
I
used
to
watch
my
brother
turn
powder
right
into
stones
But
I
done
switched
the
game
and
put
the
crack
in
a
form
of
a
song
Now
I
got
the
hood
set,
doors
flyin'
like
a
jet
Ostrich
in
the
whip
got
haters
on
deck
If
they
thinkin'
that
was
somethin'
tell
'em
see
me
in
a
sec
Everytime
I
pull
up
on
'em
I'm
a
leave
they
face
wrecked
(haha)
I'll
shut
a
bitch
down,
have
'em
shook
when
I'm
around
Get
'em
if
they
pride
high
try
to
run
it
to
the
ground
Ain't
shit
to
get
the
click
and
make
niggas
get
out
of
town
If
you
ever
see
this
gangsta,
then
hit
'em
up
with
a
sign
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta
nigga
you
can
tell
when
I
walk
Right
off
the
rip
I
check
a
bitch,
and
you
can
tell
when
I
talk
I
lost
count
ain't
no
tellin'
how
many
guns
I
done
bought
And
when
it
come
to
beef
I
won
everytime
that
I
fought
And
if
I
ever
end
up
caught,
I
get
right
back
to
the
streets
And
if
I
need
to
check
a
bitch
I
get
right
back
to
the
beats
And
if
I
need
to
touch
a
bitch
I'm
finna
put
'em
to
sleep
And
have
his
body
out
of
function
for
a
number
of
weeks
Asshole
nigga
never
will
I
fold
And
I
represent
the
hood
everywhere
a
nigga
roll
I
don't
know
what
you
was
told
but
my
boxin'
game
cold
You
try
it
you
gon'
be
the
first
nigga
that's
gettin'
stoled
Then
I'm
back
to
the
whips,
slab
floatin'
like
a
ship
I
just
released
the
top
now
they
sayin'
I'm
a
trip
They
hate
the
Mac-11
when
I
got
a
full
clip
Foru
deep,
one
deep,
one
blood,
one
crip
when
I
tip
I'm
the
one
and
I
gotta
let
they
ass
know
Thinkin'
somethin'
slow
and
I'ma
have
to
let
my
last
go
I'll
get
ya
touched
for
a
little
bit
of
cash
flow
Let
the
world
know
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
asshole!
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
I'm
a
gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block
Gan-gangsta,
they
don't
make
these
on
the
block,
I'm
a
gangsta
1 Throw Aways
2 Gangsta Gangsta
3 Interlude 1 of Life Goes On
4 Screwed Up
5 Against All Odds
6 Interlude 2 of Life Goes On
7 Nuthin 2 A-Boss
8 Life Goes On
9 Smile
10 Interlude 3 of Life Goes On
11 Give My Last Breathe Intro
12 Give My Last Breathe
13 Gittin High
14 Interlude 4 of Life Goes On
15 Ghetto Queen
16 Million Bucks
17 C Me Ride
18 I'm Good
19 The Truth
20 Outro of Life Goes On
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