[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]   You know it gotta be gangsta   When Other Peoples Money in the place   You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face   You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face   If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist   You don't really wanna hear the glock echo   Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko   Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin   On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin   Waitin til them semi-autos poppin   My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin   Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha   Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha   Back in the V throw the toast away   Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away   Before the sirens is comin   My niggaz be runnin   Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin   And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it   We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin   You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it      [Verse 2: Begetz]   Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly   That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy   Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee   If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi   Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina   If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya   Want heat? I can get ya a fevea   Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata   A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya   Yall get sticked in the freeza   Body wrapped up in the plastic   Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas   Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt   Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt   I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop   Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop   And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not   You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot      [Verse 3: X-Million]   I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta   But I'm in and out of courts steady   Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy   I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry   Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready   For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds   Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs   Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick   Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead   I'm on video rollin with po-po   Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo   Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk   Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt   You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500   Not a mile on it, gully I want it   Put 100 thou on it nigga   And I ain't gangsta?