Gangsta Around Your Way

[First Verse] What's goin' on party people, gangstas, gangstresses, and skee-holes I know y'all feeling my lingo, this just a throwaway record, not the single Your favorite rapper, even he know, but he don't wanna give it up, he got a ego He ain't hot on the streets though, I came to take what he got like the repo See every hood got a Deebo, back niggas down while they playing cee-lo Some niggas try to play hero, but they scared to death of him on the lee-low They say they can't wait till he go, but when he died, they cried R.I.P. yo If you feelin' what I mean though, grip your fuckin' Desert Eagles [Hook] You ever had a gangsta around your way Tellin' niggas they can't hustle unless they pay He used to stick up all the weed spots He got chased by the beat cops You heard shots he was to blame Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained You ever had a gangsta around your way Walk up to the dice game, niggas scared to play He used to stick up all the crack spots He got chased by the black cops You heard shots he was to blame Man they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained [Second Verse] Front on Saratoga, you won't make it to Howard Don't come around here with that, we don't allow it While I'm in the crib telling my girl to iron my outfit Niggas outside bustin' shots like they 'bout it I can't tell you how many shots, I couldn't count it But I could tell it was somethin' big the way it sounded I dried myself off with a towel after I showered Came outside with the hammer, no doubt about it This nigga layed out, the people had him surrounded "Call a ambulance, I'm shot", that's what he shouted Niggas making my hood hot, they gon' get outed If they was lookin' for some drama they just found it They say he a powerful man, but he a coward He think he powerful but he 'bout to get overpowered Yea I know his crew roll deep, I wouldn't doubt it To me that only mean his funeral gon' get crowded [Hook] [Third Verse] I see a lot of new faces, tell them niggas to clear it out Walkin' through 'em, I ain't talkin' to 'em, I air 'em out Shake a nigga hand, if he a fan, I hear him out Stand in my stance, if he take a chance, I wear 'em out You said you know kid and I went in your man mouth Keep it to yourself, I don't care what you care about Niggas play tough but at time it pan out Got a lot of rocks in my watch - it stand out So fly, man I even iced my band out I'm flyer than the cars that the promoter hand out But that's another subject, it's a upset See your homie suffer, you wonder who gon' get touched next I handle my own drama, niggas is suspect Watch you get shot, they stand there with the rubber neck Touch one of mines, I leave a motherfucker wet This for the G's who died, much respect [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, it rained when my homie Mel Greene died It rained when the god Ball True died It rained when my homie Ran-Ran died It rained when that nigga Ike Polo died It rained when the god Allah died Yeah, all my homies who went back to the essence... gone but not forgotten The list goes on... Told y'all I was gon' make it... Thug-A-Cation