Gangstas for the gangstas
Yo, Im not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote
Im at the Sixers game seat close enough to trip Kukoc
Niggas mad tryin to catch me slippin
But instead in out of town nigga catch me trippin
I guess I sold out if they dont see me this winter
The only thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center, Chi Ching
Its BooBonic got blocks that stay bouncin
You got baby weights six pounds and nine ounces
Im heavy out here get your shit together
Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather
Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic
But that aint ever happenin you cant spit it like Bonic
Flow poison like B-B-D, Im sharp and you VHS Im DVD, Suckas
Motherfuckas aint lived the life
Playas never commit shit I did your wife, Come on
Im the type of nigga get a whole lot of cash
Im the type of nigga get a whole lot of ass
Im the type of nigga got a whole lot of class
But Im the type of nigga thatll pull out fast
Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and your wife will do
Hey thats just me aint nothin I can do
Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka
Im T-I-G-H-T you can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D
See, Im a thrilla, gangsta cat feela
Take trips squad out each scared to feel em, nigga
Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin
Cars they never used our whips is grand spankin
Mister got em thinkin, ask yourself
See who got the coke, the gun, who profit
You take the pack, no gat so stop it
Bitch we got it poppin, out cally knockin
I wish, wit a dime ass bitch
You rollin, in a Datsun wishin for a 6
My neck stay froze reminds me of the roads
Hoes, see the ice and they lose control
My chain the main reason last winter was cold
Uhh, take precaution when Im flossin
Who wanna see that, cat wit the crown on the P at?
B-Mac, Philly can yall be that
See that, hit where the heat at
See thin sticks where your weed at, streets and strips where I be at
Blocks where my heart at
44 bulldog bought back cats where they park at, off that
Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreens, Eckerds
Mac serve all things check it
I buck stank coke move the best at night
And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley Pipes
Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Jennifer Dopez
You know the bucks always gotta fuck wit them cokeheads
Niggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs
And move like cops, only come on TV, Yeah
Straight up crooks got it honest in em
They snatch your earrings since triangles and onyx in em
Gangstas for the gangstas
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