Tony Montana - I'm a Gangsta lyrics

(*talking*) Yo yo yo (yeah man), this how we do it out here You know I mean, ain't nothing but straight hustle You know I mean, yeah [Hook] If you didn't know that, I'm a gangsta Making that money, if you stiff me I'ma gank ya Better off, b**h n***a I'ma bank ya Yes n***a, I'd like to thank ya If you didn't know b**h, I'm a gangsta Making that money, if you stiff me I'ma gank ya Hit you so swift, and I'ma bank ya [Daz] I'm just a gangsta, I f** with gangstas What's up to my n***as, that don't f** around with prankstas I ain't no ordinary, my commesary stay fat Put em on they back, like this and like that Clack-clack, n***as'll get your strap Get capped, we putting n***as on they back Now day's, you know my f**ing rhyme pays They fiend for this sh**, that's how they seen us how they grave I'm a slave, until my f**ing wicked ways That's how I do it now-a-day's, to get paid I drink my O.E., my homie told me That you a b**h a** n***a, s**er and fony Tell me what you need, that's what I really got Your homie last week, them n***as got shot Stone and bombed out, I'm headed down South Holla at my n***a Z-Ro, what we all about [Hook] [Tony Montana] My whole damn life, been nothing but gangsta activity Straight out the womb, the doctor said no possibility For me to be a fortunate member, of the society Been robbery robbery, intimidation and anxiety Holler if you feel me, I'm a gangsta to the bone Leave bullets when I'm pissed, you don't wanna cross me homes Indeco umbravo, estaso wando en fuego Tony Montana a chicano, cubano who want some paper Leave you stretched on the streets, 2-86 degrees If gangsta living ducking prison, when you f**ing with G's Never stopping the grind, for life I stay hustling The real Montana, Z-Ro and Daz straight busting [Law Fleze] Sleezy talking bout what gangsta is, you a gangsta b**h I doubt it, but you green like a Heineken bottle Plus you see through, I can see right behind you You got broad in you, so walk like a model You say you got gats, bet mine is bigger Got more rockets in my house, than the Compact Center Z-Ro knock n***as out, Daz he jack n***as But Law Fleze, I'm just gangsta n***a [Hook] [Z-Ro] All y'all n***as, better recognize Or somebody gon be a victim, of my tech tonight I love nothing, you think I'm bluffing you can come and try me I'm a gangsta, and I been thugging way since the early 90's Boss packers, get dealt with I been busting my b**h so much, she almost melted Had to switch up and get a chopper, cause I might get murdered if my heat jam But I ready to die with a AK, you don't wanna f** with me man My aim, is straighter than a perm Them big ol' bullets, make motherf**ers wiggle like worms Z-Ro the Crooked is not a hoe, but some n***as think I'm lying Trying to stop me stacking, but hater you can't hold me down I'm unstoppable, but Presidential Records trying to stop me I'm a living breathing pistol, and road blocks will only co*k me When I bust, ashes to ashes and dust to dust Better get a weapon, cause it's murder when they f**ing with us [Hook - 2x]