Pete Rock - Gangster, Gangster lyrics

[Hook 2X: Styles P] Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster Styles P is a gangster, D-Block Won't you come f** with a gangster, gangster [Styles P] You don't get nothin but gun shells I ain't on the bar, Louch pa** me the dumbbells I'm in war mode, they in more mode Body after body so the story was foretold Twist 'em up real tight just like a cornrow, stick in they hair grease Bullets in ya eye and your earpiece Bullets whistle like canary for canaries Your stones is yellow but so is the owner Ain't a Blood but I'll make him a donor Crash the whip at the dealer tryin to get me a loaner Got a spliff that I dipped in Corona f** around make you sip some ammonia Karma, put your a** in a coma Ain't nobody give a f** if you paralyzed 'Kiss pa** the saw so I can shave down to barrel size Said he was the king 'til he looked in the pharaoh eyes Blow was the bulb was the verse as the arrow ride What n***a! [Hook] [Jadakiss] Yup, AH-HA! Yo, you ain't got to remind me, I'm a top-of-the-line G If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3 If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life Outside 'til it's finished my n***a, the whole night Few contract and inkpens later Turn into boss respect, mob ties and kingpin paper Mountin the D, Cardi frames and pink Gators Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters Don't even think about the top 10, just think Jada Never eat no less, then I think greater Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks A boy on a bike, while my man willie it Silly sh**, imagine how rich we could really get f** a pool table, the crib got a billiard Streets is our problem, hope Allah's got 'em Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster [Hook] [Sheek Louch] Silverback! No doubt (yeah) That's you son, aiyyo I got you though Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy, big Chevy 24's, bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws 4-4 sit on my lap, other thing in the truck It's too big and it come with a strap I got b**hes, money, cars in a lot I already got weed, bring cigars to the spot Coke in a pot, 'gnac on the counter Three money countless; get from around us I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales Like they probably won't last in none of these jails I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers No shirt, I'm back muh'f**ers! The mac muh'f**ers don't clack muh'f**ers That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'f**ers Silverback n***a, the Barack O. of rap L.O.X., D-Block coward, hold that! [Hook]