shit how you figure I let em' know [Hook x2: Gangsta Pat & (Thug Pasion)] I let em' know before they hit the door Ain't nothin' funny cause I'm all
hate [ICE CUBE] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang
the sun, I get harrassed by the ton Want to beat you for money son, I'll smack him for fun I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from I'll smoke
me on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can
Fabolous] WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS! I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug Havin
down nigga, I represent the town Ay yo Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta like Vaughn, I dropped a bomb They call me Snoop Dogg and
motherfuckers thought I was about? When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth Now all them niggas got something to say But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie
me We can ride on some niggas for nuthin at all Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em LBC in this muthafucka cuz I had to show these niggas
Saint Andrews" got them hammers cocked nigga I don't get shot I do the shooting (Explosion). Gang memember I do all the recruitings, ball to y'all fall
I'da never knew you had them rings on. I don't know him, but whoever stole your mack. When I see him, I'm a pat him on the back. Baby, you my everything
me high like the moon Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman Yeaaaa, I'm an affiliate, I know hitman I'm a hater
mutha-fuckin' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang
wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood you know how that go, niggas say you dont fuck wit em, truth be told wen i hustlin i aint fuck wit em same
the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make
that play the game like I do I'm getting rap money and gettin' street money too Yeah, Jack, I'm a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta G-A-N-G-S-T-A I keep it
I'ma hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee Rep-ing PAT like a young MC Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready Bro well you already know On your march
is without sin cast the first stone Mayne every time I walk inside the church house the preacher cuttin his eyes at me But I know he can't throw nothin
