Yo whats up lil homie? What you doin out here on the corner man aint you posed to be in school? Oh oh ok, you wanna be a gangsta huh?
[Eazy-E & Krayzie Bone] [Chorus]
Now Ima break it down just to tell a little story (story) (Gangstas dont live that long!) [X4]
The high-standin of a gangsta. Runnin around the paper, paper, comin around major! Put it on Samson. Huge capers! Throwin explosives at my neighbors like Flesh. Sharp as razors a meat cleaver. These niggas like Lay down in Decatur. Tight mink coat, fresh white gators, my gangsta glory! Ask Jesus my daddy aint Darth Vader, no he aint. Its gettin slitherin like (nory?). Niggas you know my story! Thugged-out gangsta fedora! Four winds in four quarters. According to my assessment before and after is present. We barracudas that muscle the jungle. Bring out the weapons. Steppin five strong! Fuck a recession! Prediction: Platinum! Listen to my gangsta glory! Bone Thugs we know whats happenin nigga!
We live in an era where niggas get body-bagged and toe-tagged. Shit is so bad, movin' so fast. Niggas hold flags and murder for cash. This matter that keep you a Fo and the stash. The ammo was with me, it was up on the dash. Handle my business so no need to brag. I move with the rhythm, I zig and I zag, dip and I dap. These niggas is out here droppin like flies stuck in a trap. You can get caught up wherever you at. Hollywood, gangsta Heaven and I know Wally could. If I could, Id go back in time to the neighborhood. Tell em buckle down and live better! Once you gone, you gone forever. Niggas is out here strong together! Thought we was gonna live long together. These niggas is on this song together tryin to be clever and do some things these niggas will never, never ever, dare to question!
Yo, yo, my nigga got shot up and murdered, put in the dirt, he's no longer heard of. So serious - word up! No tellin' how you can turn up. But niggas they never do this and they do anything to get that green! But they slangin', they gankin' the fiends, or takin' their g's for whole ki's! Another statistic, no brotherly love we give 'em ballistic. We late night misfits, on the government hit lists - relentless. All the real gangstas I know, dead or in a cell. Spendin' all their mail tryin' to bail up outta jail! (jail) And all the real niggas that's alive, on parole. One mistake - you're gone, leave the gangsta's way alone! Hey, "Gangsta!" "Gangsta!," that's what they yellin'. Believe me, it's a couple of things they ain't tellin'. (tellin')
This ghetto life - it's really not understood. So how could you kill a man based just on them circumstances before you pass judgement? Get's killed for their tennis shoes. Ghetto black mamas spend their check so they look good. All in the club, lookin' for love, jumpin' on "X" pills. Now you in love, knocked-up, then find out it ain't real. Another hood baby, 'cause feed on that bullshit, it's hard to hear in the place when you're all on that bullshit! A young nigga with a Fo'-Fo' (Fo'-Fo'!) First lick he ever hit was a good go. (Let's go!) Hooked on easy money, (money) it's too late. Never thought it would come back, unrecognizable the game (...?...) fate.
I been around and seen enough things that they need changed. No doubt we the ones always up on game who ready to spit it, so it register in your brain - all that name and what you claim. If you in the game, then you probably bang. A closed mind equals a closed mouth. It's too much of a damn shame! It's mind overmatter. If you don't go through some pain, then it really won't be no game; no room left to complain. Or else you can point the blame; the ignorance is all the stuff about you. Full of belligerence, no wonder why society's run amuck! Stuck in the ghetto with no direction, playin reckless with heavy metal. Man that judge got you a spot if you can purchase a plot to settle in. The Devil's in the detail, you can recognize him well. Believe it! God will bless you and everything you need to prevail!