Gangsta Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

We represent it to the fullest 

Keep it gangsta mang 

You know them niggas from the dirty 

Do them gangsta thangs 

Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck 

They smokin good 

With that crocodile touchin they butt 

Call it what'chu want 

I do it with the best 

Spit it how I live it 

Fat Boy, he dange-ress 

Watch what'cha say 

My squad don't play 

My hood like Viagra 

Make you hard all day 

Don't talk about it, be 

About it like a G 

I pop it like a Ruger 

Semi-automatically 

Ya girlfriend love it 

She tell me when I see her 

She hate'chu like you hate me 

I rock it like Aaliyah 

Back and forth, up and down 

Harder, and deeper 

She hit me on my cell-phone, e-mail and beeper 

A regular nigga with makin money on my mind 

A young street hustla 

Always on the grind 

See me when ya see me 

Never know when I be pullin up 

Four-door, foreign, or big rims on American truck 

That's me with the clouds comin out the roof 

On the street or in the booth, yo 

Grand Hustle! 

T.I.P! 

Let's go! 

Ohhh! 

Aye nigga 

Call it what'chu want 

I give it to ya real 

Spit it how I live it pimp 

It is what it is 

They can't kick it where I kick it 

They ain't live how I live 

Ain't just another run of the mill rapper with a deal 

Wanna push my buttons? 

Tryin'a test my limits? 

Been in shoot-outs 

But thanks to my vest, I'm livin 

All these so called villains 

Who act like women 

Really make me sick 

Don't make me stick this 

Fourty-fo' desert and elope yo slip 

Un-load this clip 

Til' the gun go "click! " 

Niggas wanna try Tip 

I'm a do him like this 

Paint a picture, draw a Chopper 

And erase his clique 

Send some niggas to ya house 

That'cha didn't invite 

Do some thangs to ya wife 

That'll damage ya life 

I don't think you can imagine 

What that's bout to be like 

Instead of bitchin all the time 

Ya should be tryin to do right 

Put a slug in ya mug 

Make ya piss in ya shorts 

Have ya mama at the wake 

Cryin, kissin ya corpse 

Yeah, I know the ice is shining 

I'm a glisten, of course 

And y'all niggas still whining 

Like some bitches and whores 

I ain't gon' stop grindin 

Until I see my pitch and fork 

No, I'm a be richer than you 

My pops was richer than yours 

It's extradition 

I know y'all niggas wishin me dead 

But I keep it pimpin instead 

Get this shit in ya head 

Call it what'chu want 

Well, I'm pullin up in a big ol' truck 

I looked in my rear-view, I saw a big ol' butt (Daaamn!) 

I'm like "Hey Ms. Parker, when you gon' let me fuck!? " 

She said "When you put some 23's on ya truck" 

So I flipped me a brick in a couple of days 

I hit the mall for throw-backs and couple of Jay's 

And don't jack! 

Cause you will catch a couple of strays 

Cause me, Ball, and T.I. 

Pack a couple of K's 

Cause we some gangstas 

And you a motherfuckin wanksta 

Get out-of-line and I'm a have to come shank ya 

Cause I'm "Trill" with' a "Pocket Full of Stones" 

You know I'm ridin dirty 

Talkin' on my Sprint phone 

My paint dubbed two-tone 

I'm sittin on Lorenz' 

Cause down in Texas 

We roll twenty-twen' twens 

And we, bang Screw (Bang Screw) 

And sip that purple 

Nigga, we straight from the streets 

You too commercial, nigga 

Call it what'chu want