N.O. Joe - The Gangsta sh** lyrics

[Scarface] It's like this, y'all n***as been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's to set it - Off, and show you motherf**ers who's boss I don't play games, I just co*k the thang Squeeze the trigger twice and I'll blow out ya brains I'm pissed, y'all n***as shouldn'ta f**ed with this I clutch my fo-fifth, I puncture yo sh** I blast a n***a, plastic bag stick a n***a Got love for no n***a, now that's yo a** n***a It's war, so I suggest you call on your troops Army fatigues ain't sh**, cuz y'all don't shoot I'm a Rap-A-Lot mobster, callin all the shots From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it I murder, by numbers n***a, one two three Darin any motherf**er to come test me Ya standin in the jungle n***a Witness a motherf**in rumble minute I'll leave yo head with a tongue in it And if you ain't one then b**h stop actin If ya don't want drama, then b**h stop askin [Hook] Y'all don't wanna - f** around with the gangsta sh** f** around with the gangsta sh** Y'all don't wanna - f** around with the gangsta sh** f** around with the gangsta sh** Y'all don't wanna - f** around with the gangsta sh** f** around with the gangsta sh** Y'all don't wanna - f** around with the gangsta sh** f** around with the gangsta sh** [Scarface] I refuse to be shorted, I refuse to be defeated Competition's depleated cuz my rhyme's so heated And you can't f** with me, ya need to stop fakin I'm workin on my sixth CD and still bangin (say what?) You think you hardcore then come show me Just make sure ya comin for real when ya come fo' me Cuz if not, I'm floatin up yo' motherf**in block Y'all some fraud n***as, straight up broad n***as We hard n***as, yeah - so f** y'all n***as! Soutside I ride for all my Ward n***as We're strapped and all k**as, we came for the battle The Mob back in the sattle makin ya trunks rattle If I had one dolla, for every n***a who though That Face fell off, this whole world would be bought f** that, I'll be here until it's all over And when it's all over, go back and slang boulders Can be stopped, not even by a bad soul f** Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad Ain't enough bullsh** in the states to come stop this Rap-A-Lot Mafia sh**, yeah Ain't enough bullsh** in the United States to come stop this Rap-A-Lot sh**, Mob sh**... [Hook] [Scarface] It's gon' take more than just rappin, more than just sparrin For y'all n***as to up and just f** with Brad Jordan f** you warden, and every motherf**er who defended You safe from talkin sh** from a distance Ya new-boot rap n***as, comin around here Makin them bullsh** caps, b**h I'll ruin your career I got mine all my God-damn self, get in line And I'll destroy a slew of you n***as, one at a time I'm the last of a kind, you God-damn right You can never beat that, I'm just glad you see that Is this my payback for puttin Houston down in the first place? Got the whole world screamin Mr. Scarface The problem is, y'all boys, you n***as loco And the truth is, you hoes couldn't see me with bifocals I'm a k**er in the flesh, I'm Rap-A-Lot's best I'm Prince's adopted son, with no love for no one