Songtext:
( Asa Spade ) Klebefolie Türen Shit Uh huh MF Next Millenium Uh Its real live here
God damn playa I love being a gangsta! I got ah million dollar face and uh million smile And uh million dollar flow and ah million dollar style And in my lifetime I thought a million worth of vowels Cats thinking I'm sweet I ain't been killin' in a while I heard a lot of cats rhyme I ain't feel one in a while They must be all broke they ain't been wheelin' in a while Yo it's hectic man, I bring the pain like I'm Method Man Respect it man, when the Spade got the tech in hand My nigga G.D.K hooked up wit a Texas Klan Now when we swerve, hittin' nerve, bend a Lexus Land Respect the fam or ya ass be out And for sure in them Bentley Azores we go the Classy routes And when that cash be out we down South With cats that sell crack gold caps in they mouth Mom kick me to da curve for holdin' crack in the house Since it's real in the field, keep the steel in the wheel Niggas killin at will First meal, I'ma chill, yeah I promised But I ain't getting paid for being honest I'm gonna break that, rap or drug money I gots to make that Opportunity knock at the door I got to take that One in ya face and throw your body where the lake at It's Spado creepin' where yo yayo and yo cake at Charismatic flow but I get nasty where the break at Real Philly nigga put in work like I'm work AWAC Type voice that can't even be heard on them Adacs Your hoes and mines Phonelines saying play dat This the "Payback" but naw I ain't Mel Gibson 9 to 5 I'm cooking up pies in Hells kitchen On a jail mission, run around doing stupid shit Doing sticks easy on some ruthless shit Now I'm cheesy toe the whip on some ruthless shit Man I'm a thug till' I'm old on some toothless shit
(Chorus) See the expression on they face when we step in the place God damn playa I love being a gangsta! All the chicks waivin' hi when you ridin by God damn playa I love being a gangsta! And when you roll they all wanna roll God damn playa I love being a gangsta! And hit the fan depend on ya man God damn playa I love being a gangsta!
(Dutch) Looky here it's hard being a GANGSTA! You can killed being a GANGSTA! If you ain't real you ain't no GANGSTA! I keep my steel you know (pauses) Wacthin' for other ganstas We ain't the same I ain't ya click it's simple as that I'ma Figga he ah Figga it's depper than rap I'ma nigga you a nigga we each got a gat I cope chop and sell you eat by the pack Boots, Steaks meanwhile Imma gangsta Prada suits, Minks 20 inches on the wheels Candy paint You want MF to stop Man we can't, man we ain't I love being the shit damn I stink! It's Dutchy man playboy want you think From the watch to the link And if you don't know by now then you ain't Uh I'ma gangsta
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(Gillie Da Kid) Blaze the steel MF with the rays to kill Slow flow murderers Ducth,Spade and Gill Who better Ya'll don't know the smell of that new leather The V twizzy Henny and weed dizzy Chickens like who is he Lenin sittin on tan butter Shit I'm getting funny stares from my man mothers Thousands grams of butter Bounce that sick in the kitchen cold cook Always bring the right amount back Haters doubted that I ever would blow to here bout' me out in places And never could go Nights guzzuling mo' The ice smothers my ro' Got advance money top pies Double the dough 6 double the O Push me if you want I know your style you a bitch without the pussy in front Niggas approach me on the streets I'm like what do you want No I can't get a deal Can split you a meal No you can't play passenger in my wheel Niggas coppin' GS3's with tore paper Why not the biggest one you ain't have full paper You niggas maybe dough, but I'm for shore paper I love being a gangsta
