If It Aint Gangsta lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics If It Ain t Gangsta lyrics Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (I m afraid you re carrying some large metal objects) Feel this, Big Pysch, let me tell you how we livin yo (JuJu) I know niggas with no ice and no life That put a couple rounds in you for a very low price Risk they freedom, and buck back at the poor life Nothin s guaranteed like when you roll dice Keep your eyes open, with no time to snooze No time to lose, no time to chose Who got the hottest product in the market The logo s a target for any hip-hop ??? That wanna purchase it, pop it in your CD And get thoughts (I m a murderous...) (Les) Yo, it s lookin kinda ugly outside It s unbelievable what niggas gotta do to survive If you scared better keep it inside Guarantee it I m a eat you alive There s no where to run, no where to hide It s war in every sense of the word I m a beat you til your vision is blurred Tryna rock me to sleep, you a nerd We been doin this for way too long and I m tellin you I m way too strong, homo (Chorus) Cause if it ain t gangsta, (keep it movin) Cause if it ain t gangsta, (keep it movin) Niggas steady hatin on us, (keep it movin) Beatnuts stay thorough, nigga what Cause if it ain t gangsta, (keep it movin) Cause if it ain t gangsta, (keep it movin) Niggas steady hatin on us, (keep it movin) Beatnuts stay thorough, nigga what (JuJu) You ain t from a rough hood, don t make me snap your club foot Save you wanna keep club hoppin, but anyhow We re back, to get the club poppin Ay yo, this is that shit, that thugs love rockin This is that shit that have your neighbors knockin [Knocking] (talking in Spanish), disturbin me while I m choppin They next smash, and collect cash, and get sex fast, and get passed Day by day I, pray, under the grey skies, enough play time Let s get serious, like Jermaine Jackson (yeah) And prepare for the main attraction (Les) Make an LP for beers and chips, makin everyone who hears it flip Catch a contact, feel this shit Man, I m red like a white rhino, always samplin the right vinyl Tellin you I m the shit baby and that s final Junkyard hit very hard, play the shit cleverly god Cause there ain t too many real niggas left catch you sayin somethin under your breath I m a bring it to you, never-the-less (Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts, Beat-nuts) Bring it, bring it, what, I can t hear you, what, c mon (Chorus) song lyrics