So you want to be a gangster, and all that shit youll Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want whenever you want, they get done Cause you a gangster, nothin' more nothin' less, Put my boy to the test, and he'll catch one in the chest Since he was young, homeboy won't back down Cause real gangsters, always hold that shit down, Until you lose control, then you sell your soul, sold your soulTo the devil motherfucker cause you're way too cold, And all the people hide and just run inside beCause you keep usin' yo' gat ratatatat commitin' homicide Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort Another homie just got smoked And you killed him, ain't that a bitch? Cause it aint really ain't shit (gangsta, gangsta) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) ok Let me tell you somethin' youngster, you got it all wrong Gangsters don't live that long, I had gangster homies and they got there heads popped off For some of that gangster shit, get caught in the cross You want stripes, Cause when it's on its on mother fucker , ain't no time to get nervous Pull the trigger, yeah you did it You'se a gangster now and I got to admit it But you'se a youngbuck, you ain't learned yet Killing don't make you a vet Get out the fast line, stick with the homeboys Ready made gangster get gone boy Cause where I'm from it's the same old shit You call them shots, when you're down with the click Niggas dyin' everyday but that's a brown thang You either sell dope, or your gangbang But you got the biggest heart in the click man You did a murder, and now you're a hitman All your homies tryin' to tell you, that ain't cool Playin' shoot 'em up,(gangster gangster) like a fuckin' fool But you'se a gangster, one they can't destroy Don't even give a f*ck, about your family You go for self, you want to be on top? Fucked around and now you got shot (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) Shoot em up (gangsters) That ain't cool (gangsters) (gangsters) Ain't that a bitch (gangsters) And it don't stop To the beat my music, music for when we cruise it cruise around the Brownside of town im, giving back [Verse 1: I write rhymes it means something to meeven if it's nothing to you It means something to me, let me explain something to you I call it how i wana call and homeboy I breathe it I see it i speak it, i dream it and keep it and share it with you Unbareable blues and terrible twos to drugs and tattoos Confused they can't choose our life and what to do They're not liking the rules but its all good back in school more than likely to lose You fools would like me to lose cuz I'm killing you dudes living out my childhood dreams It's not what it seems behind the scenes when everyone leaves I'm a good man with good intentions though I leave bad impressions Sit back and listen and don't ask questions Keep fuckin' up and I never learn my lessons Lettin out my aggression at rap sessions is a blessin' I'm guessin' you've never heard nobody like me When there's so many people like me im out stay up peace. [Hook] [Verse 2: Snap, jump in my cadillac ese, I'll be back ese Bumper en el suelo, Puffin on a leño We put grifa in our pipas, we love our jefitas Homemade tortillas and twelve packs of frias Oldies in the back drop, playin out the rag-top The streets are my playground and I'm tearing up the black top And I can't stop, well I could but I won't stop so I don't stop I likes to cruise it to Neighborhood Music Hundred spoke thirteens, gotta be the D's though Rollin with my primo to the store to get some pisto If I could press rewind and turn back time I wouldn't change a thing Cuz this is me the way we live homie that's what I bring Neighborhood Music for my neighborhood people Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil [Hook] Taggin' up on fences, and benches, neighborhood tensions Maddog expressions, weapons in possesion Whatever you want I can get it, us homeboys got connections From the need of weed to the need of needle injections Nike cortezes, the man behind the lenses Reflections of a small town that was known to get down Party at the park after dark It don't start until I spark up this joint of mine I'll pass it, it ain't only mine it's all of ours, we handle ours And this is all before I had a car and all I had was handle bars And the words that I spoke wait and a tape with some raps that I wrote About my neighborhood ey