Gangsta nigga!
To all the homies (for all the homies)
No bitch ass niggas allowed
No bitches allowed (We goin’ do it like this)
Kurupt Young Godi Check it out

Gangsta gangsta I’m a G from the D
That’s what the ridahs see
I’ma get a quarter mil quarter inch with the deal
Come through grey and blue
I’ma show you what I do where I hang the shit
Dogg Pound Gangstaville in the cut nigga what
I’ma slip through, If you trip, I’ma trip too
Get a bitch to strip til’ the homies dick through
Got my nigga Slip too
And I got a whole eighth of “woo” and that’s all we need
Til’ we hit the next spot, cause when I flew in
I knew it’s bout’ to be a G-ed up reunion
Ain’t no words to express this song
Cause one day ya here, and the next ya gone
This goes out to the homies
And this is straight from the heart and true and this one’s for you!

(Chorus)
This one’s for you! Yah. This one’s for you!
This one’s for you! Wooah. This one’s for you!
(Give it up nigga, give it up fool)

Hollered at one of the homies the other day
He said son ??? and then he looked the other way
Turned back and draw, and all ya saw, was a vision of himself
He choked and in the ???
I just paused the lab, that’s some familiar shit
Cause the other day I dreamt up some similar shit
So I tell him I love ya and stay safe then I skates
To a whole different hood where different shit takes place

I been G, since the age of 18
When I first ran in the heaters, 9 millimeters
Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one
Took the bong and smoke deez hundred spokes
Holla at the big homeboy C-Style
Haven’t seen him in awhile, so I pops the stash
Pull out the ???, shrooms and hash
I didn’t think niggas could last
Cause ain’t nuttin’ fuckin’ wit Kurupt and Daz

(Chorus)

I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x) WOOO WOOOO!
I feel a woo comin on cuz ( 2 x)

There I was,
When I talk about history, or psychology, or biology
We talk about DPology, Gology, a Gs and all the Gs
Gs in rare form, Cs in rare form
I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm
Stack up the cut just like bustas
Heaters cocked back for all you muthafuckas that’s trying touch us
I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches
Conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop
Blown, hold up, what’s goin’ on?
My man Capone got a hold of his own
Hoppin in fo’s, slammin’ Cadillac do’s wit a gang of hoes
Could we put hoes nigga
Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang
Kurupt’s the name, nigga you know the game
Snoop Dogg’s the name, nigga you know the game
Dat Nigga Daz the name, you know exactly what we claim
Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames
Dope in the wind, indo and hair
The gang nigga

(Chorus til fade)

Game street lessons game game
Chapter one alright go yeah yeah yo yo yo
Haha one two this is what is up nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
Like they’re gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it’s gonna be (ha) haha (you’ll never catch me fool)
What five lessons five chapters, I’ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain’t no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you’ll never get paid
‘Cause niggaz like you ain’t got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I’ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like I’m flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto’s, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo’-fifty and my G.S.3
I got…

Chorus (2x):
(game) This whole world revolves around
(game) Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you’ll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)

It’s the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there’s no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us

I’ll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
Niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck ‘em with veterans, with game…

Chorus (2x)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, ’cause I want it all
Give it to me all, ’cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, ’cause I want it all
One time, yeah I love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out

It’s hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo’ on deez
That’s the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie’s loud at silence, real G’s move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you’re broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I’d move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh…

Know what?

Chorus (3x)