Nothin' but the Gangsta (feat. Redman)

Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah 1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house My Niggas on the Run in the motherfuckin house Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah And ain't no love in the nine-fo' ho It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah Hold my nuts and make my cash Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh And bitches can't hang with the pack Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back Niggas got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag Always on the lookout for the, helicopter Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper It's do or die, motherfuckers die Niggas from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga You get slugs from the stub for offendin me Nuthin but the gangsta in me Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah Spice 1 come down I am a G, yes I'm only a G Walks like a G, talks like a G So A to the motherfuckin K It's your one eight seven proof ass nigga from the Bay Run up because uh my gat's quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass I'mma do the blastin, Eiht you get cash and Dash, the fuck out the cut Fifty bullets up in the next nigga that's how we runnin up I pulls my hat to the back and I slide when a motherfucka peelin his cap Pick out my nine millimeter uzi -- barrel chrome, handle plastic So killamatic killamatic, killaman killaman with me Glock Piggedy pop motherfucka, watch em drop, motherfucka Just a G, comin' up out the Bay with a fat AK Put it in your face and split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga Disrespect me I'mma bank ya Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta Check it out Oh my God! I destroy cities like The Blob Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at Black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly To a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!! Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor Bailin with my starched up khakis and Chuck Taylors Just touched down from San Quentin Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh! It's nuthin but the gang, thing Makes me hit the corner and slang Board and quarter about a hundred times Don't be servin no dubs and dimes But I do it, no hesitation Fuck it, I'mma violate probation No one gave a mad fuck about me Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB Pops boned out never had a big brother Put on the set when I could pick the right color The homey put me down on a half a bird Turned it into key now they buyin' from me Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah Nuthin but the gangsta- come down And that's how it's going down That's how it's going down, uhh 1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house Niggas on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn Nuthin but the gangsta Geyeah