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[Intro: Bobby Luv] Give me hell a reason I got a chopper in case I gotta squeeze one [Chorus: Bobby Luv] Give me hell a reason I got a chopper in case I gotta squeeze one A gangster, everybody tryna be one My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em [Verse 1: Philthy Rich] Everybody wanna be a gangster 'til gangster shit happen But nigga only gangster shit you know is gangster rap Salute to Obama, yeah Lil D back These rat niggas slippin' through loopholes and cracks Rest in peace to the jack, I was mobbin' on my rack Did my time in San Larita, stayed solid and came back Can't produce my name in no nigga's paperwork Left them suckers on a shirt 'cause they was playin' with the turf I been solid since birth, chopper silence out the work Putting mileage on the skrt, fuck college it didn't work I sip lean, don't fuck with percs Believe in god but don't go to church Ankle monitor with a curf' Being a gangster can be a curse [Chorus: Bobby Luv] Give me hell a reason I got a chopper in case I gotta squeeze one A gangster, everybody tryna be one My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em [Verse 2: Mozzy] I be on that wish a nigga would shit Hating to cop a serial, that's hood shit It's down to fifty copper bullets and a wood stick I love that lil nigga 'cause he wouldn't snitch Beach boy, sandbox me for the wood chips Fifty K in diamonds, that's a cooked brick Hood riches, ballin' on 'em baby, all net They praying on my downfall, we ain't fall yet Lil hibachis on my lean, yeah and they all wet We taggin' up your big toe and niggas talk whack Shoot somethin', my shooters accepting all bets Cook his ass well done, now it's raw flesh [Chorus: Bobby Luv] Give me hell a reason I got a chopper in case I gotta squeeze one A gangster, everybody tryna be one My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em [Verse 3: G Perico] Rap sheet full of gun cases Twenty-five, four hundred Before I see the judge I'm bailing out with old money Get my bitch on the line to come get me That AMG kick skrt when I'm floating through the city Don't ask why I do that, bitch I'm ganster And dirty south central, where your own homies try to stank you Niggas made me a beast, from the hundred side east Kick door, gun spray all over my street I'm just a ballin' ass, ghetto ass, gerry curl bag Left side, blue rag, niggas get to politicking Get out my way, I need a billion Give me a reason, I got too many killers It's G [Chorus: Bobby Luv] Give me hell a reason I got a chopper in case I gotta squeeze one A gangster, everybody tryna be one My niggas in the back, I gotta feed 'em
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