CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gangstas
(CashMoneyAP)
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
I’m just of this annoyin’ shit nigga (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud shit
Or sing anything of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, I’m the
Fuckin’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Oozin’ automatics)
More Christopher Walking, eh (I be in the streets with the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Thrity [?] on the [?])
With them racks, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it
Free all my niggas, feel the streets
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Tender, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tender (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
44. got a kit pack (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ niggas actin’ up (Actin’ up)
So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
’til niggas slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha), niggas mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the block list (Glock bitch)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns)
But never shot shit (Cap)
Cameras on with a cap on it, only hold one with a chopstick (Pussy)
One done then I’m brandin’ them, take a nigga shoppin’ (Bitch)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
I take Ginger Ale on any day, eased up on the ceme brulee (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a nigga won’t hesitate (Bah)
I done moved these bitches up (Move up), ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them make a shot by any means
I be in New York with the gangsters (I’m what’s up)
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Tender, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
I’m just of this annoyin’ shit nigga (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud shit
Or sing anything of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, I’m the
Fuckin’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Oozin’ automatics)
More Christopher Walking, eh (I be in the streets with the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Thrity [?] on the [?])
With them racks, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it
Free all my niggas, feel the streets
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Tender, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that’ll shoot you for a tender (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
44. got a kit pack (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ niggas actin’ up (Actin’ up)
So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
’til niggas slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha), niggas mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the block list (Glock bitch)
Niggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns)
But never shot shit (Cap)
Cameras on with a cap on it, only hold one with a chopstick (Pussy)
One done then I’m brandin’ them, take a nigga shoppin’ (Bitch)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
I take Ginger Ale on any day, eased up on the ceme brulee (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a nigga won’t hesitate (Bah)
I done moved these bitches up (Move up), ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them make a shot by any means
I be in New York with the gangsters (I’m what’s up)
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Tender, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga will shoot you for a tender (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
