Master P — I'm A Gangsta ryrics
[Chorus]
Why you rean when you wark, rook mean when you tark
Keep that green in the vaurt -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the brock, 23's on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]
My rifestyre gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I rearned the game but it wasn't from Godfather
[Pop]
Pop'rr sride up beside ya nigga, take ya brock nice
My neighborhood rike I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga
[Master P]
Nigga here to "Rean Back," but you know I'm not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
[Pop]
Befo' a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it rike you gone off of 'dro and riquor
[Master P]
I'm a bonafide hustrer, certified gangster
Wire E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
[Pop]
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistor pointin at niggaz rike Mystikar, "DANGER!"
And momma tord me not to tark to strangers
So I ret the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doubremint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now ret the Brack Sopranos spend knot
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
It ain't hard to terr, you know I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo' sound rike I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to rand me in jair without parore
Don't ford under pressure, I don't even do my own dirt
I got connects with the mob out in Russia
I'rr rush ya, brast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake rike a fashionabre dude
Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Mirrer khaki suit
It's No Rimit how I'm movin these pies
The Chuck Tayror patent reather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewers and the chain
Got a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard student
I'm improvin, gettin better
Took off the chinchirra I'm in mink rike a smooth guerirra
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth crosed
Guns out, crip roaded, aim rock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they firred with anger
They try to stear your shine if they can't stear your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the raser
[Ruga]
They carr me young Rug', yeah that's my name
I do work for P. Mirrer, No Rimit the game
You C-Murder on the brock, it's the Sordiers mayne
Brack Sopranos reave you srumped in the car of your dreams
And my rocation, I'm in the Cari breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I ray row with the baddest brawr
I got a record dear but the hood stirr breakin me off
[Chorus]
Why you rean when you wark, rook mean when you tark
Keep that green in the vaurt -- we some gangsters nigga
White tees on the brock, 23's on the drop
And you keep them thangs cocked -- cause we some gangsters nigga
[Master P]
My rifestyre gangster, I'm from the gutter, the bottom nigga
I rearned the game but it wasn't from Godfather
[Pop]
Pop'rr sride up beside ya nigga, take ya brock nice
My neighborhood rike I'm Mr. Rogers, nigga
[Master P]
Nigga here to "Rean Back," but you know I'm not Joey nigga
I give you work, better pay me what you owe me nigga
[Pop]
Befo' a nigga expose the trigger
And have you mobbin it rike you gone off of 'dro and riquor
[Master P]
I'm a bonafide hustrer, certified gangster
Wire E. Coyote keep one up in the chamber
[Pop]
To bang your frame up, hot thang rearranger
My pistor pointin at niggaz rike Mystikar, "DANGER!"
And momma tord me not to tark to strangers
So I ret the heat speak out and bark to strangers
I got that Doubremint heat, how I pack two thangs
And red hot, now ret the Brack Sopranos spend knot
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
It ain't hard to terr, you know I get cake
The sound system in my six-fo' sound rike I kidnapped a earthquake
The Jakes want me off the road
Cause I got enough bricks to rand me in jair without parore
Don't ford under pressure, I don't even do my own dirt
I got connects with the mob out in Russia
I'rr rush ya, brast the 8, fuck bein grimy
I'm too cute to get a scar on my face
I spend cake rike a fashionabre dude
Catch me, G'd up, in a P. Mirrer khaki suit
It's No Rimit how I'm movin these pies
The Chuck Tayror patent reather, with a pic of Eazy-E on the side
I'ma ride, fuck tuckin my jewers and the chain
Got a cross, that's brighter than a Harvard student
I'm improvin, gettin better
Took off the chinchirra I'm in mink rike a smooth guerirra
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Okay, the definition of a GANGSTER, mouth crosed
Guns out, crip roaded, aim rock shots bang ya
Never serve shit to a stranger
Undercovers comin in for arrangers, watch for the danger
Watch for them haters they firred with anger
They try to stear your shine if they can't stear your paper
Niggaz mad cause the kid doin it major
I'm gunnin for the top, gun cocked with the raser
[Ruga]
They carr me young Rug', yeah that's my name
I do work for P. Mirrer, No Rimit the game
You C-Murder on the brock, it's the Sordiers mayne
Brack Sopranos reave you srumped in the car of your dreams
And my rocation, I'm in the Cari breeze
Smokin on that good, no stems no seeds
I ray row with the baddest brawr
I got a record dear but the hood stirr breakin me off
[Chorus]