Ca$his - That n***a a Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Ca$his] Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, it's Ca$his n***a, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, n***a Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, n***a Seven-fo', let's go! [Ca$his:] In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the b**hes be When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his If a n***a look wrong you gon' let him have it Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim? I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang? We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us And we both know that we about to f** You see my limo tint, but they can't see you b**h Go and pull out my dick, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out b**h, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand [Chorus x2: Ca$his] You see them n***az runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that n***a a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And e'ry rider here know that n***a a gangsta [Ca$his:] Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank I've been doin work, you know about my gang You want me you can find me wherever that you hang I got a bigger dick, plus I'm fly as sh** You've seen me with your b**h, cause I got benefits I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack n***a Shady Records in your mouth, take that n***a Em I never leave, forever got your back And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that Gangsta disciple, you motherf**ers know You should've k**ed me, a long time ago I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho Hat to the right on sight wherever I go [Chorus] [Ca$his:] I've been provin this, for a long time And e'ry line that I write, is all mine See me walkin a straight line in daytime But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times Livin life, in the California sunshine But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime Flagged up, knowin s**ers ain't gon' like - I'm Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, f** you, k** me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, p**y n***a you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' p**y boy, feel me You said you was gon' muh'f**in k** me? But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G Screech [Chorus] [Outro: Ca$his] That n***a a gangsta n***a You stupid a** n***az don't know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don't matter to me n***a, and that's real I got guns n***a, I got money n***a I got riders, what the f** you gon' do to me? I got guns n***a, I got money n***a I got riders, what the f** you gon' do to me? Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, King Mathers! It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers I'm out, let's go! [echoes]