Gangsta Shit (feat. JAY-Z & Ja Rule)

Gangsta shit Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta gangsta shit Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta the gangsta gangsta shit I understand why y'all niggas is mad at me Sitting around like damn, that could be me All the cars and bitches livin' lavishly But there's only one problem you ain't as bad as me Who could flip a record company from half a key? And drop a gold album do the math with me Turn right around and go platinum, that would be Fuck it I lost count Why don't you tell me the amount? Since you gossip like groupies notice please I never go broke my name got 2 G's J-I-two G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day I be right there when your mics blow out I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out I'm right there with the same ice to light up your house Just bright enough to see the gun 'fo I wipe you out I'm the stuff niggas write about Jigga's a legend Jay-Hova, end of the session Fuck with me now Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta gangsta shit Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta the gangsta gangsta shit Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta gangsta shit Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta the gangsta gangsta shit We live from the 7-1-8 Got my chick in DMV at this very second runnin' your place 2 knocks on your door, one gun in your face 2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe Place the safe in the bath tub I got one prior You better hope this money don't catch fire You so soft, no mask no rope, one clip and I Let this nigga run around untied I swear to god You know the type that talk loud, but nigga's white cloud Soft as a baby's bottom, you know Jay Z spot him Haven't heard him in a while, and you know how come? This little faggot in the corner dialing 911 Snatched the phone, get a grip dog you 'posed to be thug What you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs In the underworld we take care of beef ourself And another thing yo we police ourself Either you follow them codes or don't sell cocaine This life will swallow you whole so get outta the game Go to church every Sunday nigga and pray hard Drug dealer?, haha Don't quit your day job (Yuh), fuck with me Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Clueminati nigga) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (That's right) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Lockdown) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (Uh-uh, haha) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Roc-A-Fella) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (You feel me now?) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Top Dog) We got the gangsta gangsta shit Yo, nigga who else Pop guns and rock jew-els Meanwhile, burnin' in hell Ja, be the center of attention Show me love for I get to blazin' My niggas is made men, gangsters Shit, keep coke and sugar bowls Got hoes for every home and never fuck they own Even though the Fed's got us sweating, grippin' the chrome Communi-cations is closed, they tappin' the telephones I'm in a 213 zone now Got some days, strap a bitch up and send her down Feelin' me, I wanna put this hustle behind me But every time I look away it's hittin' me blindly I'm lookin' for the light baby And here it is but soon as a nigga smile the darker the night gets That's why we gangsters, y'all players Take two to the heart, Inc World's most murderous Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Desert Storm) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (New shit, hah) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? We got the gangsta gangsta shit (What niggas) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Def Jam) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (Muther fuckers) Who got the gangsta gangsta shit? (Preme nigga) We got the gangsta gangsta shit (Wha wha) (Wha wha) You're are not ready No question