Styles P - Super Gangster lyrics

[Intro:] I.V. this sh** is hot like the old jail music I might as well go in I'm a super gangster, G'd up extra Stretch you out plus the n***a you're next ta Weeded up, liquored out On a crate real late, four-fifth is out I'll let you know if it's a drought or them bricks is out The Dominicans got 'em but the Columbians shipped 'em out Know the big time hustlers, all of the drug smugglers 3-Card Molly n***az, crooked card shufflers Even though the O's on the hoes stroll Ex-baseheads that got a job, now they got 'em the Soul Glo Know all of the stick-up kids, dice shooters Old school n***az that chill and light buddha n***az that cop cars and throw work in the engine Boys that do nothin but buy sneakers and denim I know n***az that get drunk at the bar And the young boys who keep the handgun and the pump in the car [Chorus 2X:] Up in the hood, it's a lot of gangs and gangsters But I'm a super gangster I super grind, I'm tryin to get super paper Told you I'm a super gangster Kick it with the O.G.'s and the parolees Light a blunt with 'em, tell 'em put out a stogie The young boys that'll k** yo' a** over a Roley Maybe even a Fossil; them n***az is hostile Some hoe-a** b**hes that bag crack throwed up in they a** crack, leave with they bags packed Go where you tell 'em to go The O.G. number man who sniff a little blow off the federal note The white boy that'll sell you a boat Get your papers cleared up, old church lady that'll tell you it's hope The politician that'll tell you to vote And my jail n***az that always get it in, with a sock and the soap What! [Chorus w/ ad libs] I'm a super gangster, I fly off haze I'm invisible, nobody ain't seen me in days I'll crush every bone in you, I ain't get paid Got a gun with a laser that shoot out grenades I'm a super gangster, better ask the hood All I need is some gloves and a mask, I'm good I'll rob everything I could, anytime I can Is S.P. the super gangster? Yes I am [Chorus w/ ad libs]