Fabolous - Gangsta Don't Play lyrics

[Intro: Junior Reid] Stonyahoy!!! Stigading wuy na na ding ding wuy!!! Yeah ha ha ha!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] Yes I waan dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 1: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 2: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Verse 3: Fabolous] Gnagstas ain't this fly, this is just a rare occasion You can hear it's blazin soon as the leer is raisin Hell yeah we hazin, s**y pair of Bajans Chinky eyes dark hair you would swear they Asian They Bahama mamas, hols the llama mamas Put the gangsta grills on when it's drama mama Murder them, murder them, they don't make a move until they get word from him I could be in Fiji, one call to Gigi She on some Belly sh** like X with a squiggie They say it's gangsta but it's just the way of life If life's a b**h better make everyday your wife I'm from the era of the shootouts from drug spots Happy to be here so I smile in my mug shots The David Dinkins years, I even dug Koch Before the George Bush d** watch, Bloodclaat!!! [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 4] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride [Verse 5: Fabolous] They say deaf before dishonor, the scent that you smellin on my breath is marijuana before i left to tijuana I told it was war so their nephew or their momma beter wear a tef or their a gonna Rah-Rah Thats what it sounds like when thugs cry, i see things i see wings when the slugs fly Low life loso P Wayne rugby low to them young n***as that know already I go back like recline, no need to rewind , i still run through flatbush like the d-line Usually just the team, cuz them extra n***az be unnecessary, just like an uzi with a beam, a cuzzi full of steam, Suzie and Janeen, n***az do sh** like this but its usually in their dream, gangstas dont sleep unless there guns by the bed, ever wonder why the bread get snatched by the feds [Chorus: Junior Reid] I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play And if they romp wid us, they have to run away [Verse 6: Junior Reid] Know they romp wid us and they go run and a hide (Hide) Slip dem go slip and now a slide dem go slide (Slide) Only a fool get caught up in his own pride (Pride) Hope dem ready fi di ride