The gangsta in the back, a real n#gg# on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your #ss when I blast
I don’t give a f#ck
Get a 187 on the punk that tryna perpetrate
Talkin’ all yo sh#t just made me click you with my 38
Backin’ down?
n#gg#, please
Let’s go make a bloodstain
I’m MC Money pistol packin’
Pullin’ out them homicides
Scopin’ out a busta boy
Loadin’ on my milli’ round
Step up to my face b#tch and I’ma put you underground
A motherf#ckin’ AK in my hand pointed at your du
If you f#ck up and you cross the ground I’ma take it fool
Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil sh#t
All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you b#tch
n#gg#, I know you’re scared cuz you shakin’ in your shoes
All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain’t runnin’
The gangsta in the back, a real n#gg# on the track
A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back
As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up
Knock you on your #ss when I blast
I don’t give a f#ck
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