The Legendary Traxster - Gangsta sh** lyrics

n***a we can handle this like some gentelmen Or we can get into some gangsta sh** (Gangsta sh**) (Gangsta sh**) Chorus Ya'll mother f**ers want some gangsta sh** But ya'll mother f**ers ain't ready for this I knew he was bluffin High of that blunt he was puffin Talkin all that sh** Now his whole click sufferin Duckin' Runnin' Hidin' Did I Shock the whole world Its just that block keep us tied in His own k**er cried In the spot that he deid in Went to rest from her tears Off the blood that he died in We ridin' Just becouse It's d**h before dishonor An I'mma Make you b**hes pay for this drama (gangsta sh**) Did you say drama Snatched the extra keys To my Hummer It's simply eight n***as About to head for this drama Homicidal breakin windpipe They keep it comin Till them players like a fist fight Done turned into a sh** site So when its midnight Its survival of the fitest Were nowhere near brother this 45 Nobody knows who did this n***a I ride with a gangsta b**h Smokin bees while I bump In this gangsta sh** Yall mutherf**ers want some gangsta sh** But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh** Yall mutherf**ers want some gangsta sh** But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh** n***as we just talk like men So put your strap down All of us are k**ers In the set And we dont back down Do or Die for life Mutherf**ers and you know n***as be commin with pistol When its time they dont show n***as talk that bite What they done made And all that dumb sh** Fool we done shut you down For round for round Cus you dont rush sh** Throwin extra clips and all that sh** And we gone waste ya Relissin naked bones up on the pavement When we face ya If a red Buick's grey'd out Forty n***as in the black streets Came out the Cain house Left a n***a lyin for dead Screamin one of his hommies names out I was thirteen rained out Couldn't see identify Two keys and fifty G's And one dead n***a off inside Now we ride Smokin bees And contimplatin Just be normal out Plus we a combination Now mark his words Paper chasin gon get you face down Whoosh With one bullet I leave you face down Yall mutherf**ers want some gangsta sh** But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh** Yall mutherf**ers want some gangsta sh** But yall ain't ready for no gangsta sh**