[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