Talkin dat drive by shit Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit
Talkin dat drive by thang Everybody talking dat gangsta swang
Slaves to the rhythm of the master Buck boom buck another Neighborhood disaster (Drummer hit me one)
A gun iz a gun iz A muther fuckin gun But an organized side Keep a sellout niga on the run
What you gonna do to get paid Step on the rest of the hood Till the drug raid
See you runnin like roaches Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw When you have his trust in killin us
Talkin dat gattalk Walkin dat catwalk Where you tryin to go wit dat Dont even go dere wit dat rap Guns drugs an money All you know how So whatcha gonna do now?
I'm bout ready to bounce
Trouble on the corner of blunt ave An 40 ounce
Madd uncivilized lifestyles 30 years bids for kids, now thats wild
I'm raisin my child I'm steppin to da curb Wit a sign do not disturb
Too much dont give a fuck Or a damn thing But choose what the other man bring
I sing a song cause I see wrong
I'm not down with the fe fi fo Where I come from See, the brothers aint dumb
Sense goes over nonsense When it makes no sense I'm throwin up da fence
Talkin dat drive by shit Everybody talkin dat gangsta shit Talkin dat drive by thang Everybody talkin dat gangsta swang
Talkin dat gattalk Walkin dat catwalk Were you tryin to go wit dat Dont even go there wit dat rap Guns drugs & money All you know how So whatcha gone do now?
Break
The only good niga iz a dead niga
Dats what they used to say
Cant understand why a man Gotta use a trigga On his own, suppose to act grown
Cracka in da back Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother
Couldn't shoot and shot a mother
Four kids alone home Ungrown & now they on they own Now check yourself cool What good iz da hood if ya actin a fool Talkin dat gattalk, walkin dat catwalk