Intro: Puffy
To be or not to be

Chorus: Lil’ Kim
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit

It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit
It’s that gangsta gangsta gangsta shit

Verse One: Puffy
Ain’t another crew like us,
That could do like us
See the world from a view like us,
Still always come through like us
They ain’t true like us,
If they only knew like us
There’s less than a small few like us,
And they ain’t pay dues like us,
Never on P’s and Q’s like us,
They don’t move like us,
They don’t have the right to choose like us,
Or get mad cause they ain’t blew like us
They ain’t on que like us,
They don’t fit the shoe like us,
Don’t know who’s who like us, (who dat?)
Strangers,
Ain’t aware of the danger
They heads up wit thoroughbred cats
That knock em back to get they ac’s???
They a hard case to crack,
I’m a hard face to track
Fast as they can test us,
We flip em on they backs, like that
The many men that make or break must stay together
Cause together, its hard to break us
Chorus: Lil Kim
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I’m a have to warn em,
You don’t wanna double cross us
Haven’t you heard,
How many got they loss with us
You don’t wanna force with us,
Cause shit cause with us,
Ain’t nobody boss with us
We got fours to dust
It’s no being better off than us
And ain’t a hotter source than us,
And these streets ain’t divorcing us
We ain’t got no remorse in us,
Know to hold your horse with us
No cuttin shorts with us,
Here to stay, no abortin us
No extortin us
Between us,
We got the mic to maime with artillery
The four is all free range
Who’s domain
When shots ring, who remains
They refrain,
Who walks away with the gain
Us
Thorough niggas thats hard to top
Together, were too hard to stop

Chorus: Lil’ Kim
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

Verse Three: Lil’ Kim
Ain’t a bitch like me,
That can spit like me,
Who could say they rich like me,
They don’t hold a four fifth like me,
Ain’t a hit like me,
Nobody load the clip like me,
Cut coke and flip like me
Make hit after hit like me
Wear the title Queen Bitch like me,
Ya’ll ain’t good and fed like me,
And ya’ll don’t give head like me,
Plus your crew don’t break bread like me,
Think about it
This a one shot deal
Ya’ll got one shot still
When my gunshot peel
Thats a one shot kill
I’m so far ahead,
Ya’ll can’t touch my last spread
Cause most of ya’ll is misled and underfed
Hey, what can I say
I’m a ???????
Now all aboard if you ridin my train
Choo chooo
I can represent they gang,
Whether you from the east side (east side)
Or the west side,
worldwide

Chorus: Lil’ Kim
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
It’s that, gangsta gangsta,

Uhh And you don’t stop
Rockafella y’all
Clueminati

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?
We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit
(Repeat 2x)

Understand why y’all nigga is mad at me
Sitting around like damn, that could be me
All the cars and bitches livin’ lavishly
But there’s only one problem you ain’t as bad as me
Who could flip a record company from half a key?
And drop a gold album do the math with me
Turn and go platinum, that would be
Fuck it I lost count
Why don’t you tell me the amount?
Since you gossip like groupies notice please
I never go broke my name got 2 G’s
J-I-2-G-A I flip that on the platinum and be on the next day
I be right there when your mics blow out
I was there when your lights when on and when you lights go out
I right there with the same ice to light up your house
Just bright enough to see the gun ‘fo I wipe you out
I’m the stuff Niggas write about
Jigga’s A legend
J-Hova end of the session
Fuck with me now

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?
We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit
(Repeat 4x)

We live from the 7-1-8
Got my chick in D & V At this very second runnin’ your plate
2 knocks on your door, One gun in your face
2 Blocks of C-4, I put one in your safe
Place the safe in the bath tub I got one plire
You better hope this money don’t catch fire
You so soft no mask no rope one clip and I
Let this nigga run around untie
I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild
but nigga’s white cloud, soft as a baby’s bottom
You know Jay Z’s spot him
I haven’t heard him in a while
And you know how come? His little faggot in the corner dialing 911
Snatched the phone get a grip thug you supposed to be tough
What you telling the cop huh? I’m taking your money and drugs
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo we police ourself
Either you follow the codes or you sell cocaine
This life will swallow your self so get outta game
Go to church every Sunday and prey hard
Drug dealer (haha) don’t quit your day job

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?
We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit
(Repeat 4x)

Nigga who else
Pop guns and rap jewels
Mean while
Burning in hell child
We the center of attention
Show me love for my nigga blazing
My niggas is made men
Gangsters shit get coke and sugar boes
Got hoes for every home
And never fuck they own
Even though the Fed’s got a sweating grip in the chrome
Commuter case is closed they tapping’ the telephone
Dialing’ a 213 zone now
Got ?? slap a bitch up and send her down
Felling me, I wanna put this hustle behind me
But every time I look away he’s hitting me blindly
I’m looking for the light baby
And here it is
As soon as the nigga smiling
Darker the night gets
That’s why we Gangster and you players
Take 2 to the heart Inc.
World most murderous

Who got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit?
We got the Gangsta Gangsta Shit
(Repeat 4x)

Chorus: Snoop Dogg *singing* (2X)

It’s a gangsta gangsta ride
On the nutty danger side
As we ride, dip and slippin
Take your mind, on a high

[Silkk the Shocker]
Yo yo, from that DPG nigga to the CP3
Back to the house, East to the West
Now take it BACK to the South
You know.. how I switch my flow
If I’m lapsin you glad niggaz’ll get mad then, hit the flo’
Gotta bag me some dank so I, hit the sto’
In the winter it’s the Hummer for the summer it’s the, six-fo’
Got niggaz mad at me (why?) Cause they can’t get no six
Bitches upset with me (why?) Cause they can’t get no dick
I’ma be on top of the game whether I’m, broke or rich
I don’t stop once I’m on top I just drop mo’ hits
I’m in the club with the thug, I just pop mo’ Crist’
Tell Snoop to get the Coupe his new shit I just, gots to go get
Cause when I cock my shit, usually I pop my shit
Tell all you teary eyed females gettin over-offended
cause I don’t jock no chick
I’m the Boss, and I don’t follow no person, I follow Jesus
Y’all blame a bunch of kids, so I gotta roll my Adidas

Chorus

[Snoop Dogg]
Boom bam as I step in the jam, god damn
Don’t need no introduction, cause you know who I am
The S-N-double-O-P, the only, fo’ sho’
Now motherfuckers let me hear you say hoe
I spit ya, spat at ya, whoot wham, get at ya
Rider, I threw a slider, right at ya
Mash ya, gat ya, drip-drop the hatchet
Keep the party crackin, while I’m steady rappin
This game we run, y’all know what’s happenin
We back in effect, we got the heat on deck
I’m slidin down South with a blunt in my mouth
I catch a plane out East and try to make some peace
I’m hangin with my niggaz in the projects
The homie’s throwin a party, I gotta get back West
Oh yeah — that’s right, we are the best
No Limit DPG Southwest connects, ya feel me?

Chorus

[Snoop Dogg]
Keep it gangsta
Keep it gangsta, keep it gangsta dogg
Keep it, keep it gangsta dogg
Yeah, we keep it gangsta dogg
Fo’ sho’, we keep it gangsta dogg, what?
Yeah, I wanna say whattup to all them gangstas
out there on the Eastisde
(on the Southside, on the Northside) Yeah
(on the Westside)
Y’all niggaz need to point the guns in the right directions
Ya know, ya heard?

Chorus 3X

* Snoop and Silkk talk to outro *

[Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you all night long (all night long ohhh I wanna rock ya)
I just wanna rock you all night long (ooooooooooo)


[Eve]
Yo, need you to undastand me daddy, I ain’t yo average babygurl, doin it dawg, I’m well established, I ain’t tryin ta lead ya on, I just wanna ask ya if ya might wanna gimme yo name its on your status, ya know i seen you time to time, you seem available, that don’t mean shit, all these bitches wanna settle you, gotta say you want my short list a few, them otha dudes is ok, but I’m feelin you, want you in the best way, what you gon do about it, why don’t you juss test me, you won’t wanna do without it, Know I’m comin at ya hard, meetin a thug and I ain’t givin up til I get that gangsta love!


[Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you all night long (ohhh I wanna rock ya)
I just wanna rock you all night long (ooooooooooo)


[Eve]
I know you seen me this night that night, always my shit tight hair done outfit crazy skirts is just right, white Vita wit a bangin tan walk in demandin all eyes, baby here I am, isn’t it a shame that my frame and i know you watchin, puttin on a show fo you, poppin i ain’t stoppin, gotta ask ya if you want it, yeah you goin to, only thing that makin love yo is me wit you, cuz I know you feelin that regardless of ya frontin, and I heard in the streets it was me you be wantin, lemme find out you shy or suttin, but I know yo not, so stop the games and approach as you really not!


[Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you all night long (all night long ohhh I wanna rock ya)
I just wanna rock you all night long (ooooooooooo)


[Eve]
Yo oh ok, numba sex change, now we sit n wait, shouldn’t have took you so long in the first place, I’m just playin cutie, yeah give me a call, law school you ain’t gotta see me til my flaw, see I’m a big gurl, but you’ll find out stuff fo me while I drop top and ride out, Will Smith wanna know what shorty’s all about, but its cool I’m droolin and these words are comin out my mouth!


(Alicia Keys]
Its that gangsta lovin’ (Gangsta)
That just stopped me buggin(Buggin)
Its that gangsta lovin'(Gangsta, Gangsta)
That just stopped me buggin(ooooo I)


[Alicia Keys]
I just wanna rock you all night long (all night long ohhh I wanna rock ya)
I just wanna rock you all night long (ooooooooooo)
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won’t you be my baby?
I wanna be yo lady
I wanna rock you baby, I wanna hold you baby
Won’t you be my baby?
I wanna be yo lady


[Eve]
Baby let me rock wit you(Gangta Gangsta Love)
You know I wanna rock wit you(Gangsta Gangsta)
Baby let me rock wit you(Eve)
You know I wanna rock wit you(A Key we’re gonna rock ya)
Baby let me rock wit you
You know I wanna rock wit you(Its Gangsta Gangsta Love)
Baby let me rock wit you(Gangsta Gangsta)
You know I wanna rock wit you(Gangsta Gangsta Love Ooooo Yeah)
You know I wanna rock wit you
Baby let me rock wit you

Verse One: Ice Cube

Here’s a little somethin’ bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I’m a crazy mutha fucka from around the way
Since I was a youth I smoked weed out
Now I’m the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin’ a life or two
that’s what the hell I do you don’t like how I’m livin
well fuck you!
This is a gang and I’m in it
My man Dre’ll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you’re toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A’s fuckin’ up tha program
And then you realize we don’t care
We don’t just say no, we to busy sayin’ yeah!
To drinkin’ straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin’ up ta me
Life ain’t nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I’m tha type o’ nigga that’s built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I’ll put a foot in ya ass
See I don’t give a fuck ’cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That’s what they’re yellin
“It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality” – KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That’s what they’re yellin
“Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say”

Verse Two: Ice Cube

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
“I got a boyfriend” Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain’t nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don’t like
Walked over to em, and said, “Whassup?”
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don’t quit
Ren said, “Let’s start some shit!”
I got a shotgun, and here’s the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it’s time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It’s like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last
Fuck wit me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
See I don’t give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That’s what they’re yellin
“It’s not about a salary, it’s all about reality” – KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That’s what they’re yellin
“He’ll tell you exactly how he feel, and don’t want a fuckin thing back”

Verse Three: Ice Cube

Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton’s and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn’t catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn’t get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said “Fuck you bitch!” and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube’ll go stupid when I’m full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won’t lose
Now I’m dressed in the county blues
Cause I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I’ll put my foot in your ass
I don’t give

Intro: Little Russ

Hey motherfuckin Cube, what the fuck wrong with you?
You didn’t kick the rest of that Gangsta Fairytale shit
Why don’t you kick it one good time
Niggaz on the playground wanna know what’s happenin
You left em hangin man, what the fuck?

Verse One: Ice Cube

Little Boy Blue is outta Folsome
Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
Drivin down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherfucker’s out fuckin Smurfette
Ain’t saw the wolf yet, but it’s no doubt
They’ll catch his ass slippin at his grandma house
They got the Mac-10 pointed out the coop
Cause they gotta follow they nose like Fruit Loops
Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eatin grits
She saw the Mac-10 and the bitch had the shits
Ran into her house, called up her crew
Cause Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy Blue and the wolf in the cellar
Planning on gettin Cinderella
Cause Cinderella still works for the pigs
Through with the dwarfs, fuckin Bebe’s kids
Now Snow White got the horny ass fever
Fuckin the Beauty’s Beast like Jungle Fever
Now the word’s on the street
When the crews meet
You better make some fuckin room
Cause it’s on with the pigs and them other nigs
When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump

Verse Two

Now Little Boy Blue is up front
WIth the nine millimeter, ready for the hunt
Little Red Riding Hood caught his ass slippin
Drew down on the boy cause the bitch is steady trippin
About to get loose with the deuce deuce
That’s when the boy said, “What about the gang truce?”
The little hoe had no words
The wolf came around and the bitch got served
Three little pigs bought wigs
Dressed like sheep, Cinderella is Little Bo Peep
Tryin to creep, on the crew
The wolf, the Rogers, the Blue, they through
Cause the pigs did the buck buck bang, ping
Now you hear the fat lady sing
Cinderella, ran like a bitch
To the pay phone cause the bitch is still a snitch
Now the pigs are caught by the pigs and taken
In the pen to get fried like bacon
You still can’t trust no hoe
And Ice Cube’ll tell the kids how the stories, should go


Outro: Little Russ

Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope nigga
You all that and a bowl of grits
Nigga that shit was on props, nigga!
Yeah that’s how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga
What’s happenin nigga?!
Yeah nigga that’s Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga
All you trick-ass niggaz can’t fuck with it

Chorus (2x):
If she ain’t a gangsta bitch
Then I don’t want her don’t want her
And if she ain’t a gangsta bitch
Then I don’t need her
You can keep her
Master P:
I need a bitch to hold my stash a bitch to give me some ass
And when I’m on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash
I’m a ball ’til I fall and that’s the first right
I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the streetlife
And I know it sound crazy
I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby
And pack a 380
And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes
And known to be a lady
And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin’ #1:
She gotta be a gangsta bitch bout that gangsta shit
I’m living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit
I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side
To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps
We can sip hen be homies and best friends
Smash off X-O get his and hers M-10’s
Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class
Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass
When I can’t be seen you can inform my team
Call that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than K-F-C
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin’ #2:
I need a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp
I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip
And don’t be afraid to fall in love with a thug
All you get from this lesson baby girl is true love
She was dapping me, coronel, on my jump when I was locked down
My black queen’s sendin’ me Lex to the carpound
She see me now she closer than my bitch
She my boo cause she down to do some gangsta shit
And if a bitch trip
She down to boot her for free
My little mama go to work everyday
I run the streets she’s a G bitch
Chorus (2x)

Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]

I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
Slap in the hip-hop
Ta hell wit the ?tempres?
Modern day gangsta from the underground
Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin’ ass sound
Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing
On the grapevine rolling deep to Magic Mountain
Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner
Because ya rolling twisted on the gold Daytonas
Frontin’ on the regular, talking on ya cellular
Acting like ya don’t hear the little bitches
Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don’t stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap Dresta in the dash yeah,

Hook:

Guranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz

Verse 2: [Sylk]

I got beat for the street
Drop a rag top four
Got my strap under the seat just in case
I have ta check a hoe
?Menage a trois? on the scene
Rolling through the C-P-T
Turn up the hump soundz
We grooving to the mellow beat
Mad dogging like bitches
Hitting me up like I’ma banger
Cause niggas can’t stand ta see us
Sitting on some danas
When we came up all of tha fools
Running drag thinking ya gone ‘n
Put tha twist I ain’t tweaking
Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah!

Hook

Verse 3: [B.G. KnoccOut]

Beat for tha street
I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo
Hitting my switches and running tha bitches
And now I’m bustin’ mo hoes
Roll up to tha spot
Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp
Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt
Just clowning cause hoes are in the house
Riding my dick because I got fame,
And my name is B.G. KnoccOut
Asking ta be in my next vide-o
Get tha 7 digits slap that ass
And step to ya hoe
Now I’m off like a G flee to the C-P-T
See my niggas on the block getting tipsy
I pulled up and start tearing up the street
And guess what’s in my muthaphukkin’ deck,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street

Hook

Verse 4: [Eazy-E]

I got beat for the street
To tha beach I’ll be rolling
Neva see me strolling
40s I’ll be holding
Girls in the daisies
Drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows
As I turned on my A-C
Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping
See tha foes hopping
My stereo’s bump
And that A-T-L funk
You can call it what ya want
Either way the shit bumps
(Damn Right!)

Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street

[Da Brat]
get yo’ ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah [COUGH]
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? [laughing]
Ayo Brat
Picture this, Eve walking down the street with two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your mind blown
Just like that, braggadocious cuz I’m the dopesest Brat
Most of these niggas focus on the ass that’s fat
And I’m just so ferocious to the rhythm of a high hat
Why ask why? Cuz how, whenever I do it I buy what I wanna buy
Do what the fuck I wanna do til I die
Shinin on everybody for the world to see
My timin is always perfect, endlessly
I deserve to swerve a little and splurge alot
With the nerve I got, wearin these blindin rocks
Got Chicago, Miami, and Philly
A collabo, of three of the illest bitches, really

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

[Trina]
Uh, uh, uh
Miss Purina, Trina the M-I-A bitch
Them I play wit, eenie meenie meiny mo
Pickin basically the richest nigga, for the baddest bitch
Me, Eve, and Brat, it’s banannas shit
We aint havin this, I steps on toes
In a pair of hot shorts and eight inch stelletoes
Iced out, drippin in Channell
Prada, Gucci, and all that
I make ’em fall back
Hair done, fresh metti and peticure, bikini wax
Gotta keep the cat smooth so when my nigga ask for the pussy
It’s good and wet
After just one fuck, you won’t forget
I’m made up in the tropics gettin sunburned
Bare ass out with the diamond thong on
Nigga you thought you got yo’ freak on in Japan
But I was gettin my creep on with yo’ man
Cuz I’m a hot bitch…

[Mo’Nique]
Official Ryde or Die bitches, believe that

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

[Eve]
Uh, yo
When three raw bitches get together it’s off the chain
Thought you found a spot to fill, you lost the game
Boss bitches stallion, scream they name
Hate us cuz our life right, eatin from the game
Only fuck with the realest, don’t associate with lames
How the fuck can’t you feel us? Three of the illest dames
S-C-X-Y, Trina, Brat, and oooh I
Bombshell, other bitches is true lies
I’ma keep it simple, rock how I’m meant to
Pretty with the heels on, or shitty with the Tim boots
Do it how I wanna do it, question my mind
You gon’ understand from the rest of my lines
Bitch please, you might as well be on freeze, when it’s Eve
You aint really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don’t want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got released

[Eve]
Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gangsta song, gangsta brawn, gangsta thong
Huh, we the bitches that the gangstas on
Gangsta bottle, gangsta trees
Gangsta Brat, gangsta Trina, and gangsta Eve

Gangsta bitch, gangsta ice, gangsta whip
Gangsta clothes, gangsta money, gangsta shows
Gangsta purse, gangsta shoes, gangsta verse
We the bitches that the gangstas thirst
Gan

[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[Chorus]
You know me, ‘T’ double, you know I’m a G
Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker
But it was like you, you a pussy nigga
But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker

[Trick Daddy]
Went to a eight ball from a dime piece
Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks
Shit lookin’ good but I think slammin’
Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half
Sellin’ O’s or betta clockin a fag
Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin’ they ass
Gotta keep my bread in a safe place
We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations
Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money
Try nothin’ funny and I don’t buy dummies
Every ounce betta bounce back
And every brick that I break up
It all betta flake up
And when that shit hit the waters
Shit go to ballin’
That dope all betta fall in
I bought coke back on 84
Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo
And when I hit him I want to hurt him
And on cutlass I wanna hit it
They ass gon’ feel it

[Chorus]

[Baby]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
It’s the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin’ rubber
You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin’
Ay, ay roll a lil somethin’
Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin’
I got them thangs for a lil nothin’
If you got a lil money I’ma throw a lil somethin’
Bump this nigga
Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga
We aint from ’round here dumpin’ on niggas
But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga
Well let me get to my hustle (hustle)
I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles)
I got ki’s in the muffler
Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
Face mob, right back at ya
With O’s like cookies I flip like spatulas
99.9 of the time I’m on the grind
Bricked up and breakin’ em down
I got to admit the dope game gravy
3 zippers balled up you bring back 80
You learn to swell you might see double
Remember you can’t sell bubble
So here it is fool
I play the game where its no rules
Givin’ you lessons from the old school
You don’t get high off your own supply
And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die
Make the next man know he got to think about the payback
This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that
Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby
Been like that since the early 80’s

[Chorus]