Gangsta

I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks

There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit outta luck
And pushin' packs from eight to eight
She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her father

I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me

My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
Nah, I ain't got no bullets

Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains
My daddy was a gangsta
Pitch the ball, I'ma smack that shit
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Yeah, ohh, goin', goin'
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
Now she's raisin' Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin'
Yo, I got this twenty two nigga play me like
(Yeah, unh, yo, unh)
I wanna be a gangsta
Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it
I wanna be a gangsta
You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her

Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Packin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter"
Young and not givin' a fuck
On the strip pimpin' hoes on some Goldie shit

Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you
Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies

Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gangsta, gangsta
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor

You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker

I wanna be a gangsta
Now I'm in too deep
Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older niggas to sleep
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Top two for five, three for five, we rollin'
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin'
Joe been over quarter five with dope and homicide
Gangsta, gangsta
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Yeah, yeah, what up son?

I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
It wasn't long til' I did what he did

I wanna be a gangsta
Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots
Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't bother

My daddy was a gangsta
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you
Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot