Wanna Be a Gangsta Songtext
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Wanna Be a Gangsta Songtext
So you wanna be a gangsta, bang to death
Shoot to kill, represent your set
Ride around in a low rider
No matter how hard they can go, you can go harder
Never scared to get down, quickly bust your Mac
Enemies get dealt with, never tuck your flag
Stay dusted, high as a motherfucker
Get that working, lay down another buster
And the game, it don′t matter, it becomes your wife
Ink in your skin 'cause this shits for life
Pledge your life to the hood, nigga, you ain′t cut for this
Motherfucker, you can't fuck with this
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet - You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet - You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite - You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets
You don't know a thing about this
Too many fucking rap songs
They got you on the pay
This is your last song
You sit behind a keyboard
And you pretend you hard as fuck
But you must′ve been hood
And get your ass sold up
And if you want to, boy
My think, don′t have to look too hard
You can listen to me
Or fuck a prison guard
Get caught in this world
Gang banging is no fucking game
Fuck around in the killers fields
And get blown out the frame
I want you to listen to me
And pay fucking attention
If you ain't from the hood
Stay the fuck out of the hood
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet - You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet - You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite - You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets
Shoot to kill, represent your set
Ride around in a low rider
No matter how hard they can go, you can go harder
Never scared to get down, quickly bust your Mac
Enemies get dealt with, never tuck your flag
Stay dusted, high as a motherfucker
Get that working, lay down another buster
And the game, it don′t matter, it becomes your wife
Ink in your skin 'cause this shits for life
Pledge your life to the hood, nigga, you ain′t cut for this
Motherfucker, you can't fuck with this
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet - You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet - You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite - You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets
You don't know a thing about this
Too many fucking rap songs
They got you on the pay
This is your last song
You sit behind a keyboard
And you pretend you hard as fuck
But you must′ve been hood
And get your ass sold up
And if you want to, boy
My think, don′t have to look too hard
You can listen to me
Or fuck a prison guard
Get caught in this world
Gang banging is no fucking game
Fuck around in the killers fields
And get blown out the frame
I want you to listen to me
And pay fucking attention
If you ain't from the hood
Stay the fuck out of the hood
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet - You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet - You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhoods elite - You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets
Writer(s): Vincent Duhuan Dennis, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ernie Cunnigan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com