Gangsta Livin'

I know Pac would have love this one here. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. This nigga needs no introductions. I'm on this book and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to fuck with. The tee double O for staring problems but came / come to be the problem solver. I sell ya book nigger stick it, Cause if they ever catch you slipping they can call me flipper. I only missed a few niggers but he lost a cup of oil cause of his kidney and his liver, Had to telebomb me a nigger I was like uh uh, click click, hand me a don't run nigger. All I wanna know is where yo connect with sack where the money, where the blow is. I heard poppy got them freighters, now either he gone give em to me or a nigger gone take em. The dope game is a to overrated and to tell yawl the truth a lot of yawl ain't go make it. Done went from crack slingers to r&b singers before the mics on you were already singing. And since the song was a big hit he named me and his bitch on the remix. Sing... This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. Hit in the head with being a man about it. See if they got four niggers and one gun fuck being twenty-one. Somebody better tell em and put em up on his self before somebody fuck around and kill em. You see cause snitches get stitches and it ain't that much difference between me telling and snitching. I ain't gonna keep on talking to you nigger. I'm a walk right up to you niggers and go off on you niggers. And I ain't leaving no witnesses and I don't get drunk and confess to none of yawl bitches. See I know how to control my Hennessey. I speak no anglais, play crazy like them Dominicans. See cause poppa was a rolling stone. He said son get ya gun it's a war and it's on. See yawl go on and bob ya head to the song throw up them bows for them niggers that's dead and gone. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. I'm tired of smoking bambi ass weed. Niggaz out there selling backyard boogies for the stems and seeds. They whipping the rocks and recompressing the coke they making hard for them basers to smoke. I went to jail trying to get high nigga told me to go to hell when I called and told him to come get me out. So our father who art in heaven it must be the devil cause something wrong with these niggaz. No! And crazy ain't the word they say stupid shit like “Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird.” For what so you can smoke it up and impress hoes, buy clothes and make a nigga come fuck you up. The game hard on a playa you could have started with a buck, but now I'm working just a quarter field. Once all the cars got sold the hoes left me all by myself and the game don't even care. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go. This gangster livin', weed / indo dealing Oh how it's changed, it's getting strange and dangerous but that's the way shit go.