I’m Too Gangsta

Okay, keep it gangsta
Smash through the streets G'd up, nigga
Uh huh, Bonzi J. Wells on the beat
Kurupt Young Gotti, Gotti Sinatra, Neo Hoffa bitch
Yeah, keepin' it real G'd up, tell niggas like this
Nigga I'm fury

Nigga I'm the Führer
I murder integrity and snipe niggas' aura
I puncture the ceiling and put holes in the floor
I been runnin' this motherfucker since '84
Me and Bonzi J, it's a new world
I mesmerize mentals with simple words
Stunnin', my vocals heard like hummingbirds
I say shit niggas ain't never heard

Dip in the cut, Young Gotti Kurupt
A nickel for any kind of murder you want
I look so sexified when I hit the lobby
It's a hobby, strong arm robbery

Since my new position I been ready for the lynchin'
All this unwanted attention, Hannibal the Henchman
Nigga I'm, too gangsta for my foes

My bitches and my hoes
I'm ghetto motherfucker with metal, motherfuck stilettos
Motherfucker I'm in this, motherfucker to win this
Motherfucker verbally surgical, like a dentist
Motherfucker and I'm, too gangsta for my 9's
Too gangsta for my rhymes

Take flight like doves and swans
Nigga I'm outta my mind, I'm too gangsta

I'm, too gangsta
For these niggas on the street better watch your block
And these bitches step back when I hit the spot
I'm too gangsta

Tell The Source I want eighty mics
Not too polite, I'm un-ladylike
Goin' crazy, raisin' my baby, through this crazy life
So when I, take the mic I release my hate
Verbally unleash my .38
Lookin' for trouble, get put in a puddle
You see me, the homegirls rounded up in a huddle
I hate fake bitches, shake fake bitches
Gail'll come through and quake fake bitches, yeah

Other crews, I just don't trust ya
Gotti trained, whole lot of game for a woman

Stunnin', spit somethin', tip somethin', regret nothin'
Gettin' somethin' called respect so I spit thunder
A Wonder Woman, richer than Mrs. Drummond
Rock Christian Dior to the floor you whore
See yourself to the door, your nigga wants more
See I'm gangsta

It's all catastrophic, Cadillacs droppin'
Calicos cockin', collarbones poppin'
Way out of socket, pay out of pocket

Spray out a rocket, they call me NASA
Bullet chase after they far from asthma
Loss of brain plasma, hydroplane faster
Metamorph real life, niggas say Casper

Metaphor rapper, hot metal for bastards
Two fiend-fade jackers, jack on the block
Push crack in they sock, put Jack in the box
Kush sack in the Glock, wolf pack 'til I rot

We took that Iraq and stormed through blocks
Like an Iraq desert, my niggas gat experts
Show you how that TEC work
Put you on the news on every local network
Know about my life nigga, this is just an excerpt
And a small portion so feel the real
Styles is too gangsta for the killin' fields

I'm, too gangsta
For these niggas on the street better watch your block
And these bitches step back when I hit the spot
I'm too gangsta
I'm, too gangsta
For these niggas on the street better watch your block
And these bitches step back when I hit the spot
I'm too gangsta