I'm A Gangsta Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

(feat. Dino, Halleluyah, Pop, Ruga) 

[Chorus] 

Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk 

Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga 

White tees on the block, 23's on the drop 

And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga 

[Master P] 

My lifestyle gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga 

I learned the game but it wasn't from Godfather 

[Pop] 

Pop'll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice 

My neighborhood like I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga 

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[Master P] 

Nigga here to "Lean Back," but you know I'm not Joey nigga 

I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga 

[Pop] 

Befo' a nigga expose the trigger 

And have you mobbin it like you gone off of 'dro and liquor 

[Master P] 

I'm a bonafide hustler, certified gangster 

Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber 

[Pop] 

To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger 

My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, "DANGER!" 

And momma told me not to talk to strangers 

So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers 

I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs 

And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot 

[Chorus] 

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[Verse Two] 

It ain't hard to tell, you know I get cake 

The sound system in my six-fo' sound like I kidnapped a earthquake 

The Jakes want me off the road 

Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole 

Don't fold under pressure, I don't even do my own dirt 

I got connects with the mob out in Russia 

I'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy 

I'm too cute to get a scar on my face 

I spend cake like a fashionable dude 

Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Miller khaki suit 

It's No Limit how I'm movin these pies 

The Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side 

I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain 

Got a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard student 

I'm improvin, gettin better 

Took off the chinchilla I'm in mink like a smooth guerilla 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed 

Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya 

Never serve shit to a stranger 

Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger 

Watch for them haters they filled with anger 

They try to steal your shine if they can't steal your paper 

Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major 

I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser 

[Ruga] 

They call me young Rug', yeah that's my name 

I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game 

You C-Murder on the block, it's the Soldiers mayne 

Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams 

And my location, I'm in the Cali breeze 

Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds 

I lay low with the baddest brawl 

I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off 

[Chorus]