yeah haha
gangster gangster gangster gangster gangster gangster gangster gangster
why you motherfuckers always hatin wen im rappin bout some gangsta shit
is that ur problem?
huh?

(verse 1)
A young, skinny ass G
With a heart like a lion
In the streets bangin' a set
We causin' a riot
Motherfuckas can try it
half of these bustas are all lying
Just beacuse we out number you
motherfucka quit your cryin'
you better get up
throw up the gang and bang on these bustas
be the first to bomb
rushin these suckas end of discussion
breakin' em down like breakin' a pound of marijuana
Laos Cambodian Vietnamese the definition of drama
we all self made soldiers and we all on fire
when i enter this game thats when they all retire
causing destruction for nothin
just to mark down our turf
you cant bang our gang cuz you put in no work (biatch!)
just a real ass g steppin down in the heart
down from the start
down from the day the beef all spark
we gon rise together
our four fives blast together
throwin up the gang together
down for whatever motherfucker

hook (x2):
if you say you down with your set
then have some respect
you motherfuckers disrespect
we put the bustas in check
while the adrenaline rushin'the rush
fuck all the fussin'
be the first to bomb
and thats end of discussion

(verse 2)
blackjack motherfucker i came back to jack bustas
you busted, thats why you layin' up in the dumpster
we've been down since the adolscent days in school
bangin' around, kickin' up dust pumpin fear in fools
actin so crazy being a g and earnin' them stripes
we all love to be wrong so fuck trying to be right
i hate it when these wannabes
they call wen they deep
when they not deep they quiet like they all asleep
ive been observing this game, too many bitches act the same
everybody talk like the harbour but i swear they all plain.
if you label me a homie then homie ride for me
just slide to the block, turn off the lights
and creep on em slowly
payback is mandatory
no need for bitches and glory
take these bustas out
we at mommas house and that be the story

bridge:
And its the gang we bang
that got us all insane
losin' this pain
like the gun gangsta point it and aim

hook(x2)
if you say you down with your set
then have some respect
the motherfuckers disrespect
we put the bustas in check
while the adrenaline rushin'the rush
fuck all the fussin'
be the first to bomb
and thats end of discussion

(verse 3)
Now gather up all the homies
and jump in the back of the acura
usin' a rag as a mask while we rollin up blastin em
aint no pressure, squeezing the trigger, got slugs to deliver
and once its all over then the guns must get rid of,
throw em in the river mash back home and forget it
they got you as a suspect but fuck it you didnt commit it
no evidence no witnesses that does mean you innocent
just dont be givin it, to the police when they askin it
just listen make silent dont listen to them i said
get a lawyer and then thats it, i bet you make it home legit
cant nobody hold me down its gangsta like my gangsta sound
gangstafied its all around gangsta lettin loose a round
ain't no mercy fuck the pity
portland is the fuckin' city
ride on through if you bustas think yall can get, wit me
ima fuckn' psycho dog, notice by the way im thuggin'
and bangin'on my enemies, end of discussion motherfucka

hook(x2)
if you say you down with your set
then have some respect
the motherfuckers disrespect
we put the bustas in check
while the adrenaline rushin'the rush
fuck all the fussin'
be the first to bomb
and thats end of discussion


Lyrics submitted by vp2oh9

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