Anthony Urrabazo - Gangsta, Gangsta lyrics

[Verse 1] My mind is different, I'm having nightmares and images/ Of crime and prison, my life, and dying while sinning I act like I'm fine with it, but in reality, I'm losing it/ (yeah) What i got myself into is serious, I want nothing to do with it (nah)(stupid sh**) But I keep it gangsta, you've always been my homie (uh huh) And I was never gonna leave you, I know what its like being lonely. (yeah) As I sat up in that cell, by myself, yeah, I was mad at ya You told em it was me, (what) but I guess you did what you had ta Well, well find out in court, I woulda never thought of backstabbin you./ (nah) To hell with taking the blame, I woulda never thought of asking you! (nah) What's the matter with you? See to me, you've always been respected/ But it's not cool to be 17, and already getting arrested. (what) See the rest has to do with the block as we was starving selling pot/ (yeah) Trying to be gangsta was the reason Preacher Man got robbed. (uh) That's the reason Prestigious got shot, d** the reason my uncle got locked/ (damn) I just hope neither send you to the grave, f** seeing you in a box (real talk) [Hook x2] You so gangsta, gangsta (running from the cops) Gangsta, gangsta (getting caught, getting locked) You so gangsta, gangsta (fulla holes getting shot) But you not labeled a gangsta (lying in a box) [Verse 2] See I love you to much to see you caged, I mean no disrespect/ (yeah) Hopefully you hearing this song, will keep you in check. (uh) Now I'm not saying I'm a saint (nah) I got some demons as well/ But I don't want my siblings to grow up seeing me in jail (hell nah) And believe when I make bail, I'm never going back/ (nah) Not even to visit your a**, I'd rather have you on a track. (yeah) Now I know the streets is cold, its about war and gats/ But H.P.C. is just a clique, nothing more than that See before the crack, your neighbor was your brother/ Now you got these motherf**ers, k**ing over colors. (damn) Double barrel shot guns will just get you into trouble/ Never mind that last line, protect yourself, man f** em Now I've been shot and and stabbed, tied up and gagged/ I ran up in houses masked, threw everything in a bag I've been beaten with bra** knuckles and hit with bats./ (damn) Now my hands have been cuffed and you wanna tell me that that's.... [Hook x2] Gangsta, gangsta (running from the cops) Gangsta, gangsta (getting caught, getting locked) You so gangsta, gangsta (fulla holes getting shot) But you not labeled a gangsta (lying in a box) [Verse 3] I had the feeling I was nothing as my hands were being cuffed/ Suicidal, laying in the cell thinking no one gives a f**. (f** em) I took a lot for granted, until I was in that cell stranded/ (yeah) The whole time I was locked up, my only thoughts was my family. (damn) You can have my sandwich, man, I can wait till I bail out./ No one punked Et Cetera out, shut your motherf**in' mouth! I feel like The Game in the mall, them pigs wanna f** with me/ (what the f**) I did not a damn thing wrong, man, f** the police! And when I took the picture with my camera it wasn't ta glorify the fact- We was getting arrested, (nah) jail is more than that (you have a right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you)/ You don't know what hearing those words will turn your a** into Now I remain the same, not a gangsta, but a hustla/ (yeah) And I still yell suey for them pigs, (onk onk motherf**a!) *police radio* (Robert Pett recording) Hey can we get arrested if we f**in' uhhhh... cuss you out n sh**? No? Well f** you, you stupid co*k s**ing motherf**er! Hey, um... have you met your quota this month? Um...um, actually we don't go by quota Oh yeah, that's what they all say! [Outro] (Voicemail Robot) Saved Message, Wednesday, July 30th, 12:59 am (Robert Pett) Anthony! Send that f**ing picture, um, of me in handcuffs, so I can put that b**h on my Myspace, b**h, I done seen that sh** on yours, f**ing gangsta, yeah