[chorus: Tray Deee]
If you spit game or flip thangs, insist to get paid
Keep it gangsta
In six-fo`s wit thick hoes and thug in pimp mode
Gangsta, gangsta
If you stay strapped, drank `yac, jack or slang sacks
Keep it gangsta
And all the hoes who wanna fuck `cause they know what`s up wit us
Gangsta, gangsta
[verse one: Livio]
Oh, I`m a gangsta livin` in these gangsta times
I want gangsta beats, I spit gangsta rhymes
Am I bout gettin` what`s mine? My nigga, all the time
Some of us`ll stay ahead, the rest`ll fall behind
I`m on the grind, you kickin` short rhymes to Long Beach
Catch you on the wrong street, let you meet the concrete
I`m gettin` so annoyed, you`ll get ya soul destroyed
Defeatin` me? You couldn`t picture that wit a Polaroid
If Livio was a game, you still couldn`t play me
I`d rather stay free, ride dirty wit Tray Deee
Niggas got so much money, they need to carry five wallets
While yours goes up and down like a pair of hydraulics
Niggas surround the mic, but they sound alike
I get `em happy as a dildo that found a dyke
I leave `em wit shattered domes, now I`ll leave that alone
I don`t know, dog, I couldn`t call it if I had a phone
[chorus]
[verse two: Tray Deee]
You know how we do this, in the city, strictly of the truest
No doubt, locced out, niggas livin` foolish
Khaki suit the bluest and I bang the `C`
Bad mothafucka, can`t a busta hang wit me
I got the streets on lock, the heat on cock
The beats Crip-Hop, so the beefs don`t stop
Fuck them other niggas that don`t ride for real
Catch me behind the steel with a mind to kill
I conquer, my whole goal, control and prosper
While whitey want us locked up and known as monsters
To hold us hostage, but they can`t stop this
The only outcome is a violent conflict
So I pledge allegiance to God and the Jesus
Forgive me for the illest nights of robbin` and thievin`
I pray I make it upstairs where I could thank ya
But understand that I been handlin` mines, a gangsta
[chorus]
[verse three: Livio]
Eh yo, pack ya shit up `cause it`s time to go
Livio kick a flow, make ya mind explode
You start wit us? I start to rush and turn ya heart to dust
None of you niggas is my dogs so you can`t bark wit us
If you think life is rough, I`m a make the world harder
I`m quick to blacka! blacka! You get bombed like Pearl Harbor
I`m smarter than a college graduate from Harvard
Livio got more nuts than George Washington Carver
However far you took it, I`m sure I`m a take it farther
I got balls made of stones, so that proves that I`m harder
I`m comin` in the game and I`m benchin` you starters
Badger your witness and ask more questions than Barbara Walters
Getcha sunblock `cause I`m sprayin` wit heat
I`m a slave to Funk Daddy when he`s playin` the beat
We pickin` the hit, Livio is the quickest to spit
But I`m feelin` like an old toy, man, I`m sick of this shit
[chorus]
