WAR

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck Get a 187 on the punk that tryna perpetrate Talkin' all yo' shit just made me click you with my 38 Backin' down? Nigga, please Let's go make a bloodstain I'm MC Money pistol packin' Pullin' out them homicides Scopin' out a busta boy Loadin' on my milli' round Step up to my face bitch and I'ma put you underground A motherfuckin' AK in my hand pointed at your du If you fuck up and you cross the ground I'ma take it fool Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch Nigga, I know you're scared 'cause you shakin' in your shoes All this sweat on your head 'cause you know that you ain't runnin' Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch Nigga, I know you're scared 'cause you shakin' in your shoes All this sweat on your head 'cause you know that you ain't runnin' The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up Knock you on your ass when I blast I don't give a fuck