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(gangsta sh**, gangsta sh**, n***as like me into gangsta sh**)
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus
n***as like me make the world go 'round
Beats by the pound is them n***as droppin' platnum sounds
n***as like me roll wit extra clips
Cuz n***as like me be in some gangsta sh** x2
n***as like me quick to pop that steel
Because n***as like me, haters trying to k**
And uh, n***as like me used to slang birdies
Before n***as like me was into R-A-P
You see n***as like me ball wit nuthin but thugs
30 deep, strapped muggin, in the back of the club
It be n***as like me posted up in the cut
Ready to lite this sh** up cuz I dont give a f**
n***as like me role wit Master P
And that red a** gangsta Mr. B-O-Z
n***as like me from the west to south
n***as like the M-O-B and Mystikal
Chorus x2
[Mystikal]
Muthaf**er better hump in your back
Clock the Glock, hold up the buzz, tear up the club
Make these weak a** n***as know the f** you at
When they see you wit yo beer banana
n***a you skipped the line, you get yo shine
Make yo money don't play no time
Yo hoe big fine, torture line
Them n***as dont trip they respect yo mind
Excute us to see ya, follow the leader
Looked up to a lil trill, wanna be ya
Black tuxedo wit a 9 milimeter
Call Steady Mobb'n we all ready now
[Silkk]
Mistah hold up
Type a n***as goin behind his fiance goin out n' creep
And at the weddn', any reason why these two shouldn't be married, she a
Freak
I be the typa n***a that holds his own
That typa n***as block be holdn' his own
Ya know I be sayin buzz, holdn' the crome
Below holdn' the dough like, what went wrong
No findn' jail I box the more
I just knocked poped on the door
If I don't k** us, live that pop smoke
Who you think I am, f** ya'll, steady mobb'n
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus x2
[Billy Bavgate]
n***as like me got you smokin' dat weed
Sellin' dat D, north south west to tha east
They say, a n***a like me, I put the funk in tha streets
My lig go broke, I put the broke in the streets
I'm a public enemy on my enemies
Drug dealers feeln' me I'm smokn' my weed
Til these jealous n***as bury me
Bury me real in the pine box
Put me next to moms and pops
One love to the n***as dumpin shots at cops
For the crooked sh** they do man it's got to stop
And they say, a n***a like me am I a menace on the streets
Cause I handle my business when we meet
[Crooked Eye]
Chorus x2
Yeah, this dedicated to them real gangstas
Mystikal, he into gangsta sh**
Steady Mobb'n, we into gangsta sh**
Silkk The Shocker, he into gangsta sh**
C-Murder, you into gangsta sh**
And the Colonel Master P into gangsta sh**
Big Boz, he into gangsta sh**
N-O L-I-M-I-T into gangsta sh**
Yeah, Beats By The Pound
Puttin it down
You other producers back up and put them drumsticks down
Craig B, O'Dell, that n***a KL
Mo D, and beats by Los
Don't even play these n***as close