You Say You A Gangsta

Gangsta, Gang-Gang-sta

GangstaYou Say You A Gangsta

AK Four-Seven Mob

I Ain′t Gotta Tell Em

Who The Fuck We Are

I Rep My Shit

Til I'm Next To God

And When You Mention Us

You Better Rep It Hard

Tattoo′d On My Chest, Yup

Fuck Your Bulletproof Vest, Yup

Fuck Em If They Wanna Be Chillin'

With All My Enemies

Disrespecting My Set

I Been Smoking All Of My Weed

Trying To Follow My Dreams

With Your Ex-Girl & Her Bestfriends

They Loving Me & My Team, Yeah

In The Middle Of The Night

Trying To Get It Right

Need To Hit A Blunt One Time

Need To Hit It Twice

Smoking That Purple

I Call It That Murda

I Ended Up In The 805

By The 101 Freeway

Windows Up Full Of Smoke

Its A G Way

Lost In Smoke

And They Got It On Replay

My Shit's On Replay

Coming With The Style

That I Gave You

Up In The Past

Got My Soldiers Waitin′ For Me

Now We Really Getting Cash

Told You I Was Gonna Take Over

This Rap Shit

Black Strap, Black Mask

Now We Active

Don′t Fuck With Me

I Feel Good Right Now

I Feel Good Right Now

I Feel Good Right Now

For The Hood Right Now

Don't Fuck With Me

I Feel Good Right Now

I Feel Good Right Now

Put It Down For The Real Ones

For The Hood Right Now

I Smoke That Real Shit

With Real G′s

Thats On The Hood

We Real As Fuck

AK-Four-Seven Mob

Thats Real Shit

We Real As Fuck (Real As Fuck)

We Real As Fuck

We Real As Fuck

We Real As Fuck

I Got A Stash To Hold My Pistol

Cause Gangsta Shit Is All I Know

I Rep L.A. In A Real Ass Way

Where The G's Don′t Play

Thats Adios

I Fuck With West Kings

And That Wood Class

My Adversaries, My Hood Smash

Check The Numbers

You Should Do The Math

I'm Still Posted With New Tats

Fuck Is Wrong With Your New Rap

Fuck Your Style & That New Swag

This One′s For My New Bitches

And All The G's In My New Camp

I Rep It Hard With My Blue Flag

Number 9 On My 2 Straps

Jealous Boy Need A Cotex

Before You End Up With A New Rash

And I'm Still At The Swapmeet

Looking For Them Black Chucks

Ready For Anybody

My Enemies They Act Up

Put Em In The Trunk

And Then We Calling For The Ransom

How Much For The Ransom?

Oh Damn, Whose That?

Your Baby Mama She A Bad One

If You Need A Gun

Boy You Better Grab One

If You Don′t Who The Best

You Better Ask Em