Juelz Santana - This Is Gangsta lyrics

[Juelz Santana, Talking] Dipset b**h Juelz Santana (yeah) 2004 its a brand new muthaf**in year I hope you know that (you already know) And we are in total control once a-muthaf**in-gain n***a (ook) Dipset in the building Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, k**a muthaf**in Cam, Freeky Zeeky [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Live from the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at I'm back like cooked crack And I rap like cooked crack And that's a good match And that's some good crack My gun hotter then the stove is on So hot even I thought the stove was on But the stove was off I was just rolling hot I was just rome the block Hard body I'm a rolling block Dodge squally, I don't know the cops I don't know them rats No, I don't condone in that I'm in my zone infact, ain't no holing back The 4'll mac when the beefin is on n***as cheat when its on n***as get reef wen its on They can't believe when its on but its me wen its on (pooh) But it is and this is what I do so What it is, what is be, whats the sccop yo Normally I don't ask that Normally I just blast that but you an exception p**y Ya girl told me you just obsessed with p**y and you can't f** you just upset The p**y I'm sumthin mean to watch My machine'll pop Life off ya halipino top Now I've been seen in drop coops oops Radar ditectors (poop poop) You can't catch me copper You just upset me copper I'm on a jet ski copper (haha) [Hook - Juelz Santana 2x] Now if this ain't gangsta and that ain't gangsta then what is gangsta n***a I am gangsta, who ain't gangsta, you ain't gangsta [Jim Jones] The truth is I'm what the games been needin Food for thought, the f** man you lames been eating (them lies) I move, the streets do follow I speed race, not through the streets (why) cuz police do follow So watch em These n***as throw flappy and sick (that's right) We young cold flashy and rich Plus we gun ho and spz on a b**h Cuz we don't pay for the p**y The beef cum we don't lay for the p**y f** em, Watch em, got em, spot em, pop em, drop em (lay em down) Now Lord forgive us (pray for us) Gangstas (say what) We all religious And y'all wangstas I swear you give us the shivers Dipset, the new black panthers The boys ask us questions man we do not answer Life's too short for me to pull my pants up I'm tryna let my nuts hang, system out the truck bang bang That's Certified Gangsta You heard about me well then you heard about gangsta Ill beat the brace off a n***a But I'm tryna keep the tapes off a n***a To get rich we do whatever we have to do And when we hit the hood our bregins be grabbin you Foul hundreds the 7th's Avenue And n***as feel the pressure whenever we mashin through [Hook] [Bezel] You ain't gangsta, Listen up I grip a pump, squeeze 3 And have any OG b**hin up Man he a missing chump And if not the big Glock, our big shots so doc can't stith him up I'm from the city wher its easy to make do Easy to bake Hoes Its easy to make 4's You gettin them pencils The pigs and the checks know Nex week they'll have you sittin on stake road From HOC to CF to CF Can't hold me I'm prone to this BS So imagine Bez on the phone gettin key check Fresh outta DC lampin in the GS That's how n***as do go get a clip or 2 Fifth or Glock, get a block, hit the spot, flip a few And for a brick or 2 The led I carry, sh** I'm reditary, and ya kids could get it too [Hook]