[Chorus]
Why you lean when you walk, look mean when you talk
Keep that green in the vault -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the block, 23`s on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]
My lifestyle gangster, I`m from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I learned the game but it wasn`t from Godfather
[Pop]
Pop`ll slide up beside ya nigga, take ya block nice
My neighborhood like I`m Mr. Rogers, nigga
[Master P]
Nigga here to Lean Back, but you know I`m not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
[Pop]
Befo` a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it like you gone off of `dro and liquor
[Master P]
I`m a bonafide hustler, certified gangster
Wile E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
[Pop]
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistol pointin at niggaz like Mystikal, DANGER!
And momma told me not to talk to strangers
So I let the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doublemint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now let the Black Sopranos spend knot
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
It ain`t hard to tell, you know I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo` sound like I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to land me in jail without parole
Don`t fold under pressure, I don`t even do my own dirt
I got connects with the mob out in Russia
I`ll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I`m too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake like a fashionable dude
Catch me, G`d up, in a P. Miller khaki suit
It`s No Limit how I`m movin these pies
The Chuck Taylor patent leather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I`ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewels and the chain
Got a cross, that`s brighter than a Harvard student
I`m improvin, gettin better
Took off the chinchilla I`m in mink like a smooth guerilla
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth closed
Guns out, clip loaded, aim lock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they filled with anger
They try to steal your shine if they can`t steal your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I`m gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the laser
[Ruga]
They call me young Rug`, yeah that`s my name
I do work for P. Miller, No Limit the game
You C-Murder on the block, it`s the Soldiers mayne
Black Sopranos leave you slumped in the car of your dreams
And my location, I`m in the Cali breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I lay low with the baddest brawl
I got a record deal but the hood still breakin me off
[Chorus]
