Gangsta Cryin (feat. Boosie Badazz)

(Al Geno on the track) whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah

He cry, she cry, they cry, but it's different when a gangsta cryin'

He rich, she rich, they rich, but it's different when a gangsta shinin'

He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it's different when a gangsta firin'

I asked God, "Was it different when a real **** prayin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I asked the mic, "Was it different when a real **** singing?"

Yeah, I asked the world, "Was it different when a street **** famous?"

My **** say he don't know who told

All he said was "The streets ain't the same no more"

My other ****, he went up the road

Ain't no tellin' what he thinkin' when them gates start closin'

The **** started foldin', your soul on focus

And them bitches start rollin', ay

Your momma need a shoulder

Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders

It's so hard being famous, when you was nameless

The judge don't really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya

Thank you lawyer, you so dry?

You told 'em "Fuck 'em," not "Thank you"

That just how real it get

No one can fix that, no one can give it back

You gotta live there, it's no more real there

It's five **** in your cell, you gotta shit there

You layin' down

Thinkin' 'bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears

He cry, she cry, they cry, but it's different when a gangsta cryin'

He rich, she rich, they rich, but it's different when a gangsta shinin'

He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it's different when a gangsta firin'

I asked God, "Was it different when a real **** prayin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I asked the mic, "Was it different when a real **** singing?"

Yeah, I asked the world, "Was it different when a street **** famous?"

Me and my gangstas throwin' fours (yeah)

'Fore we was street famous, ain't nobody broke the code

'Member we was all smiles when we got our first load

Now you dead and it's heavy on my soul, free the guys

Man, Judge lookin' at me full of hate, I just smile, man

Cryin' up inside 'cause I'm finna leave my child, man

FN on me, can't let 'em down

Money ain't changed me, it just changed the people 'round me, facts

Get your 'spect times four, had to bleed that ****

Shed a tear for Corey Miller, I ain't wanna leave that **** (C)

He rap, she rap, we rap, but my shit different

I put a **** up in tears (Boosie shit hit different)

They killed Live, and they killed the whole cause (3 dead)

Guess when ya famous, **** shootin' for your heart (shit, yeah)

After the funeral, his lil' brother killed hisself

Now you see, that's it's different when a gangsta **** cryin'

He cry, she cry, they cry, but it's different when a gangsta cryin'

He rich, she rich, they rich, but it's different when a gangsta shinin'

He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it's different when a gangsta firin'

I asked God, "Was it different when a real **** prayin'?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I asked the mic, "Was it different when a real **** singing?"

Yeah, I asked the world, "Was it different when a street **** famous?"

(Al Geno on the track)