I'm Just A Gangsta (Remix)

[Verse 1 - Stitches] I pull out my AK and shoot anythin' movin' If the FEDS come pick me up I tell them fuck boys to prove it Some say I'm out of my mind, some say I'm out of control This ain't no game, lil' boy: ain't no remote control I take the flesh off yo face, like I'm Hannibal (I will!) You got snitch in your blood? I find out now you got a bullet hole I heard you snitched on your mom, I heard you snitched on yo ho' I always have a motherfuckin' feeling in my stomach not to serve you up [Hook - Stitches] You ain't got nothin' (Broke!) Stop all the frontin' (You broke!) I'm gon' shoot all of my rounds and I miss nothin' Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!) Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!) And that ain't happen over night I'm just a gangsta (2x) [Verse 2 - Compton Menace] Look... I'm gettin' money and they know that Got an oldschool with them Cali plates See I'm on the crime with that pistol on me Still stuck in my Cali ways All these niggas talkin', but they frightened on me I see 'em broke but they hatin' on me Just hit their ass with that real shit Cause I'm a cold nigga and I don't feel shit Look, everybody wanna fuck with a real nigga Gotta get it goin' and I'm tryna get it From the booth to the motherfuckin' kitchen Killin' game on, never leave a witness Real shit, nigga, know that I did it Tell is me, but I'm already fitted Black Lambo' first one quitted Make a header when I tell you that it's rented Got a bad bitch and she don't talk shit Just get the car when I spark shit We ain't in the club, we won't lost shit Just hoppin' out and I don't park shit See, my nigga called, I said "pull up" Gonna make a plan on that hard shit Look, these haters say they pullin', I just tell 'em [Hook - Stitches] [Verse 3 - Stitches] I'm a gangsta with a gangsta grill Start a problem with me? I put the gun to yo grill I just chugged the fo' all the lean I need a refill You got fake in yo blood, what's in my blood is real Every track I jump on I kill Call me Stitches: or call me track murderer Make a diss track about me and I'm gon' have to murder ya If I don't wanna dirty my hands them bands will take care of ya And my goons? Will finish the job, bruh Cause if they don't come back with your motherfuckin' head Imma be pissed (I swear!) Hit the goons with my fist I swear about this I swear on your hood I'm Stitches, nigga (You know me) And I dare somebody that say that I won't pull the trigger [Hook - Stitches]