Talkin' dat drive by shit   Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit   Talkin' dat drive by thang   Everybody talking dat gangsta swang      Slaves to the rhythm of the master   Buck boom buck another   Neighborhood disaster   (Drummer hit me one)      A gun iz a gun iz   A muther fuckin' gun   But an organized side   Keep a sellout niga on the run      What you gonna do to get paid?   Step on the rest of the hood   Till the drug raid      See you runnin' like roaches   Black gangstas need track coaches   The white law set you up raw   When you have his trust in killin' us      Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk   Where you tryin' to go wit dat   Don't even go dere wit dat rap      Guns, drugs an' money   All you know how   So whatcha gonna do now?      I'm 'bout ready to bounce   Trouble on the corner of blunt ave   An 40 ounce, madd uncivilized lifestyles   30 years bids for kids, now that's wild      I'm raisin' my child   I'm steppin' to da curb   Wit a sign do not disturb      Too much don't give a fuck   Or a damn thing   But choose what the other man bring      I sing a song 'cause I see wrong   I'm not down with the fe fi fo   Where I come from   See, the brothers ain't dumb      Sense goes over nonsense   When it makes no sense   I'm throwin' up da fence      Talkin' dat drive by shit   Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit   Talkin' dat drive by thang   Everybody talkin' dat gangsta swang      Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk   Were you tryin' to go wit dat   Don't even go there wit dat rap      Guns, drugs and money   All you know how   So whatcha gone do now?      The only good niga iz a dead niga   Dats what they used to say      Can't understand why a man   Gotta use a trigga   On his own, suppose to act grown      Cracka in da back   Watch a brother pull a trigga on another brother   Couldn't shoot and shot a mother      Four kids alone home   Ungrown and now they on they own   Now check yourself cool   What good is da hood if ya actin' a fool   Talkin' dat gattalk, walkin' dat catwalk