S.L.A.B. - Damn You So Gangsta lyrics

[Trae] b**h n***a, you need to stick to what's happening Cause you be wolfing on the daily, plus you ride when you capping I think you entertain yourself, with all your bullsh** lies And I ain't seen a piece of chrome, on all your bullsh** rides But still your bullsh** flies, I know these people can smell it How the f** you gon blow a pound, and don't know how to inhale it And I ain't seen you slam a motherf**ing thang, on my block Except a throw with a '57 Nova, when that broke b**h stop How the f** you gon slide a n***a, without your boxing game Plus you got a few beams, aiming dead at your frame What fo', cause your a** wanna get a bigger name Shut the f** up, cause now your a** stuck in the game [Hook] Damn you so gangsta, now you with a click so you hard When you one deep, n***as pull your card Dog you so gangsta, if this would of been you then this would of happened You k**ing everybody, when you rapping Man you so gangsta, everybody scared of you dog Do you believe, what I'm telling you dog Cause dog you so gangsta, they don't want no problems with you They prolly know, you finna send the laws through [Jay'Ton] Damn you so gangsta, you got your Khaki suit with your open toes Rhinestones in bandanas, like some of these hoes You never catch him at the swap meet, you shop at Mervyn's Everytime we see the n***a, we gon serve him Sit back and observe him, nervous when you come around real G's Lying about the connects, and all of the big ki's This last week, he told some n***as he was with the mob Riding a n***a dick, must be your big job I woulda did this I woulda did that, but you ain't did sh** Lying about the squab, at the club but you ain't slid sh** The Lord better be with ya, if you f** with me I'ma let off nine shots, doing a buck fifty [Hook] [Boss] I ain't tripping, I'm on your a** like a papsmere You got them same old small a**, bullets from last year What them fat laces mean, better come up off em n***as get they bandanas, snatched off em Inches from a coffin, rest in rust to all of my enemies Pulling up on these fake n***as, to make em remember me Snatching a n***a rag off, cause they ain't no friend to me Cause these n***as out here, got these whole b**h a** tendencies [Trae] Back at it for round two, why you steady lying Thinking we don't know, nothing but the real is what we gonna find See you the kind of n***a, that'll follow the pack And for any piece of attention, just don't know how to act And that's why you get smacked up, teeth kinda cracked up Every other week, the same two eyes blacked up You could try to sell a ticket, but my n***a I ain't buying it Get clocked upside the head, just for thinking of trying it [Rick D] Damn you so gangsta, last week was drop on 3's Now you short of your rent, and you begging for cheese Wearing your partna chain, say your neck on freeze Y'all n***as p**y, y'all n***as ain't O.G.'s We on a mission lil' daddy, trying to get this feddy I got a brick you can buy, holla back when you ready Got a swang in the air, trying to hold the wheel steady See we ball on the Dub, but your balling is petty [Hook] (*talking*) Now-a-day's, everybody wanna be gangsta Be for real n***a, run around here lying to everybody Selling these ol' wolf a** tickets, you slapped this n***a You shot this n***a, last week you had a Lexus This week a Benz, you thinking about buying a Maybach But we let you tell it, know I'm saying Get your mind right mayn, stop all that lying dog That fraud a** sh**, move around with that sh** mayn Go on step your game up, for real We just expose the real, that's what it is for this 2K4-2K5 n***as better tell the truth, if not we gon expose it