DJ Squeeky - Gangsta lyrics

[Hook] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta n***a keep that sh** one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangstas They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta Gangsta x7 [Verse 1] Stepped up in this b**h, white Marc Jacob's on Don't know why, but seems like all the real n***as gone Blew up on C-Murder, feels like I'm trapped [?] Shout out to Boosie, mother f**er one time Say I pray for Bada** and blow yourself a strong Man that's f**ed up, they trynna do lil' homie rush Started getting rich, they started hatin', I guess that's how it goes So rubberbands and extra clips, that's how we roll I'm a money magnet, man, that sh** just come to me OMG, look what the streets have done to me Real n***as on the bag, and foreign on me I ain't leaving this b**h till my missionaire for free [Hook] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta n***a keep that sh** one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta Gangsta x7 [Verse 2] I come from sh**, now I'm the sh** I ain't got no kids, but Girl f** your n***a, he acts sh** Smoking on that gangster sh** Red, [?], red Chevelle, that's gangsta Keep your b**h fish tail, that's gangsta Put your whole clique on, n***a that's gangsta Squeeky on the beat, n***a this another banger [?] Paper Route, we straight beast, so they can't tame us Come out here with that plan and sh**'s gonna get dangerous Went and come and get money, Dolph no stranger [Hook] They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta n***a keep that sh** one thousand, and [?] Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangster Gangster x9