Gangsta Music

Yeah (ayy), what the motherfuckin' business is nigga? (Ayy)
Yeah, all you hatin' ass niggas
With your sneak dissin' nigga (sneak dissin' nigga)
I see that you don't get your own
It's gon' get you hurt, nigga (bah-bah-bah, on your face, bitch)
If you a hater and you know it fuck you (fuck you, nigga)
Y'all non rappin' ass bitches (fuck you, nigga)
I rather listen to your instrumentals nigga (non rappin' ass niggas)
Haha, bitch-ass nigga (do somethin', nigga)
Do somethin' nigga, CT (CT, nigga)

I'm here now (now), you old news (news)
Gotta couple Porsche trucks, couple old schools (yup)
I'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards (bah)
'Cause I'm a real nigga and I don't like rappers (fake-ass niggas)
And that ain't this (nah), and this ain't that (yeah)
And, bitch, I'm strapped (yeah)
Run wit' real niggas that'll cut ya throat
And they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell coke (that's right)
All I do is talk blow it's like my brain on drugs (nah)
You see me out nigga I do my thang in clubs (damn)
Listen up, Jeezy gotta a little riddle
Stack up twenty dollar bills, two bands in the middle

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (ayy)

We don't talk on the phones 'cause it might stick (stick)
Gotta play for the seven call it Mike Vick (haha)
Dirty birds nigga, we play wit them falcons (yeah)
Know some niggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons (that's right)
Talkin' young hungry niggas eat your whole plate (plate)
Jeezy place the order niggas eat your whole face (damn)
You got me misconstrued (yup), all fucked up (yeah)
Jump out hit the switch, light your ass up (yeah)
Carbon 15 wit' the hundred round drum (drum)
Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some (yeah)
We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
My chain for your life, we can swap it out (ayy)

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (let's get it, ayy)

The hoes love my voice (voice), make they pussy moist (yeah)
Certified G shit and I'm the gangsta's choice (ayy)
Niggas poppin' off (off), I hope they bullet proof (proof)
Leave holes in you the size of a sunroof (haha)
MAC-11 in the club and a snub nose (nose)
Swear to God, I'll knock you niggas out your fuckin' clothes (that's right)
Lay your ass flat like a doormat
Niggas askin' for it but they ain't want that (nah)
In the rap game takin' niggas clientele ('tele)
White ones like the powder that I used to sell (yeah)
Give a fuck about a playa hater (yeah)
Hit 'em wit' the tool, flush his whole radiator (ayy)

All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
All the hustlers they gon' ride to this
They gon' grind to this
They gon' shine to this (ayy)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (ayy)