213 The Gangsta Clicc Lyrics

Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there Is this that shit that make a nigga just It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all I slid up in a party where some suckers was at Out of bounds slipping fucking with this hood rat My homeboy told me that the bitch wasn't shit But I didn't give a fuck cuz this twin a Crip The first young nigga with a baseball cap Tried to hit a nigga up until he seen how we strut I'm like 'Nigga, take two steps back Now lower your voice before you get pimp slapped' I know you seen me on your MTV raps Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him Talk shit for a minute then deal with him Hail Mary, call Makavelli to come and save your ass Cuz I'mma put my Chucks up in it so quick and so fast You use some act-right like LaBetty And let you know that I'm the king of this motherfucking city Like Frank White, Nino Brown, John Gotti, Tony Soprano Joey Banana and the great Tony Montana All of 'em mixed in one fixed to done I like playing six-to-one This is fun, shooting my guns, counting my funds And walking on you bitch niggas that run 213 the gangsta clicc 21 motherfucking 3 nigga All we do is the gangsta shit 213 the gangsta clicc Haha and you know it, nigga All we do is the gangsta shit [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/213-the-gangsta-clicc-lyrics-213.html ] Y'all know what's happening I shoot 'em up, I bang bang Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang Still from the Beach, still a g thang 213 in the house and you know how we came We came to party homie, so back up Plus up in the club, y'all don't have a body I bust guns, you bust guns Difference is my bullets probably touch the sun Want some? Come and get it On your marks, get set, blah! That's coming with it They won't stop, they'll get it, you don't get it It don't stop, still dont love bitches My G-niggas, holler if ya hear me (Gangstas!) Speak it loud and clearly If you feel me raise your cups (East Side, Long Beach) You can call me Lil' Meeno Crazy motherfucker plus I'm Texas C-Notes His finger on the trigger but it way too slow You didn't see me coming so we missing his dome You can call me Nate King Cole Smooth motherfucker when it come to these hoes All damn dimes up in every area codes Gangsta shit, yep and all the hoes know When they go rolling in the stretch Navigator We gon' get it baby girl now or later She said she wanted to play so I played her Made a promise to pay, but never paid her It's just she's a goddamn ho And all of my niggas know They knowin' since '94 Wherever we go, she gon' go