You are not a f**ing gangsta b**h
[Intro: T.I.]
Ain't nothing to ya, I see stright thru ya. Ho n***a
T.I.P. Mac Boney and Jeezy... ya underdstand that
Pimp Squad, Grand Hustle
Let them know shawty
[Verse 1: Mac Boney]
I'm from the South I ain't like no lane. You got a problem then fight then lames
Pull your pistol out (pull it out), put your fist up (put em up)
Where your game face, n***a? you a b**h, huh? (you a b**h n***a)
I shoulda known you wasn't real
Got punked by a lil' n***a, tell me how you feel (how you feel, b**h?)
You ain't gutta, you ain't gangsta for sh**
I coulda robbed you ten times, you should be thankin' your b**h
Only reason I ain't get you it's 'cuz she s**ing my dick
I got news for these n***as who ain't down with my clique
I'm tattooin' p**y n***as with the bu*t of my clip
Knock your teeth down your throat make you swallow them sh**
This ain't hip-hop n***a, this is drive-by music (drive-by music)
Something to listen to this while I load my Uzi
Choice. You can run or get shot, you better choose it
Got a brain in your skull young n***a you better you it
[Hook: Mac Boney]
f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
f** where your from, it's all about how you come (your here now)
'Cuz n***as get they head blown off where I'm from (your here now)
[x2]
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
I'm a certified Westside n***a, (In the A)
I done survived where the best die n***a (we don't play)
Ain't in the game but respected by the vets
Ain't nothing changed still will put eleven in your chest
Don't think just 'cuz I got a seven digit check
That you can pop and flex and not consider Tip a threat
Sign, sealed and delivered. It's a bet
Might catch me all alone with two pistols and a tec
I'll shoot you now and spend a 100 grand on a case
He ain't wanna die, he shoulda kept his hands out my face
At the age of 15, I'm shootin' it out with grown folk
Bankhead to Simpson Road Zone 1 to Zone 4
[Hook]
[x2]
[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Who the f** want what? You can damn sure get it
Fifty rounds, I'ma damn sure hit it
n***a talk big 'til you see about them
Now his n***as in the hood gotta read about him
Yeahhh n***a, you get you issue here
Assault rifles, no pistols here
For playing with the bad guys
Have your partners wearing white tees like franchise
I'm here now and I ain't going nowhere
Carbon 15 tucked in my Rocawear (let's get it)
p**y a** n***as, I got no love for ya
And if your ever outta line I got slugs for ya
You don't want me to get the streets involved
Or better yet, get Meech involved, BMF n***a
And you ain't straightening sh** homie
It's CTE PSC what up, Mac Boney?
[Hook]
[x2]