Pranksta Lyrics - Fredro Starr

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] 

You know it gotta be gangsta 

When Other Peoples Money in the place 

You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face 

You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face 

If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist 

You don't really wanna hear the glock echo 

Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko 

Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin 

On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin 

Waitin til them semi-autos poppin 

My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin 

Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha 

Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha 

Back in the V throw the toast away 

Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away 

Before the sirens is comin 

My niggaz be runnin 

Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin 

And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it 

We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin 

You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it 

[Verse 2: Begetz] 

Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly 

That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy 

Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee 

If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi 

Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina 

If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya 

Want heat? I can get ya a fevea 

Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata 

A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya 

Yall get sticked in the freeza 

Body wrapped up in the plastic 

Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas 

Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt 

Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt 

I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop 

Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop 

And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not 

You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot 

[Verse 3: X-Million] 

I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta 

But I'm in and out of courts steady 

Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy 

I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry 

Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready 

For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds 

Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs 

Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick 

Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead 

I'm on video rollin with po-po 

Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo 

Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk 

Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt 

You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500 

Not a mile on it, gully I want it 

Put 100 thou on it nigga 

And I ain't gangsta?