Geto Boys When It Gets Gangsta Lyrics

When it get gangsta..
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will these ************s ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
***** ***** you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

[Willie D]
Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the *****z I roll with
We chin check *****es, we don't go for that ho ****
Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo' *** out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the ***** in you
I ain't just {?} shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a *****, I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a ***** that testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter
All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back
*****z thinkin y'all the real but tell me this

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta - is your *****z gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The *****z that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will these ************s ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
***** ***** you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

Pussies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin *****z is barkin, come **** with me fool
And I'ma put a hole inside yo' *** with this tool
Seven shots, *****z is gutter, we get in yo' ****
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your ****
What is you itchy, what's really *****? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared *****z, boy youse a mark
You know real *****z move quiet and quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty {?} but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for real, you *****z playin, but


[Willie D]
*****z always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the **** I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin **********
Lookin mean ain't never killed a ************
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you *****
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that ****ed with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' **********in head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his *** whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but **** that ****
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a *****


[Z-Ro] When it gets gangsta..

Written by: Brad Jordan, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Corey Moore, Willie Dennis
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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