Gangsta Don't Play (feat. Junior Reid)

Yes, I wanted them to know, say we warrior don't play

And if you romp with us, you have to run away

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

If they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride

Gangstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion

You can hear us blazin' soon as the Leer is raisin'

Hell yeah we hazin', sexy pair of Bajans

Chinky eyes, dark hair, you would swear they Asian

They Bahama mamas, holy llama mamas

Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama, mamas

Murder them, murder them

They don't make a move until they get word from him

I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi

She on some Belly shit like X with a squiggie

They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life

If life's a bitch better made everyday your wife

I'm from the era of the shootouts from 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 drugs watch, blood clot

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride

We say death before dishonor, the scent that you smellin'

On my breath is marijuana 'fore I left for Tijuana

I told 'em it was war so they nephew or they mama

Better wear a tef or they a goner

That's what it sounds like when thugs cry

I see things, see wings when the slugs fly

Low life Loso, P wing rug by

Lo to the young **** I know ready

I go back like recline no need for rewind

Still run through Flatbush like the D line

Usually just the team, plus them extra **** being necessary

Just like a uzi with a beam

In the 'cuzzi full of steam, Susie and Jeanine

**** do shit like this, but it's usually in they dreams

Gangstas don't sleep unless it's guns by the bed

Ever wonder why the bread gets snatched by the feds?

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride

I want them to know, say real gangsta don't play

And if they romp with us, they have to run away

Know they romp with us and them a'run and a'hide

Slip them go slip and now a slide them go slide

Only a fool get caught up in his own pride

Hope them ready for the ride