Gangsta Lyric Fat Joe LOYALTY

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red
light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some
scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going..
going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga play me
like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for
five, three for five, we rollin!

[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep

Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream,
rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a
week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, supplyin connects with
pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter
five dope and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna
died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I
buck and left 'em shit outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin
number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to
peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed
and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid
and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's, pounds
to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by
destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected
me

[Chorus: children singing]
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a
gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a
gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh

Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see
her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom
knew shoulda schooled her but the bitch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her
cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the
hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little
girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be
runnin wit some scramblers that be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers,
screamin "Life doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretending
to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe
you
Movin from state to state, runnin everything from guns to trains
and
pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a
looker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's
raising hell in the cell, no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same
fate if you repeat the following..
Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in
the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's
it

[Chorus]

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