| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| This nigga needs no introductions |
| I’m on this book, and I’m stuck, I’m really the wrong one to fuck wit |
| See t-double known for startin' problems but |
| K-cutter be the problem solver, if I |
| Sell you a book nigga stick it |
| 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me flipper |
| I only I missed a few niggaz |
| But he lost a couple more visa kidney and his liver |
| Had to tell him mind me a nigga |
| I was like uh-huh, click click, c’mere, don’t run nigga |
| All I wanna know is |
| Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is |
| I heard Papi got them freighters |
| Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em |
| The dope game’s just too overrated |
| And to tell y’all the truth a lot of y’all ain’t gon' make it |
| Done went from crack slingers to R and B singers |
| Before the mic’s on, you was already singin' |
| It’s just a song was a big hit |
| He named me and his bitch on the remix, sing |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| And to hell with bein' a man about it |
| Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, fuck bein' twenty-one |
| Somebody better tell 'em |
| And put him up on his cell for somebody fuck around and kill him |
| You see 'cause snitches get stitches |
| And there ain’t that much of a difference between tellin' and snitchin' |
| And I ain’t gon' keep on talkin' to you niggaz |
| I’m gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz |
| And I ain’t leavin' no witnesses |
| And don’t get drunk and confess to none of y’all misses |
| See I know how to control my hennessy |
| I speak no Ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans |
| See 'cause poppa was a rolling stone |
| He said, «Son get your gun, it’s a war and it’s on» |
| So y’all go on and Bob your head to the song |
| Throw up the four’s for the niggaz, that’s dead and gone |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| I’m tired of smokin' 'bama-ass weed |
| Niggaz out there sellin' backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds |
| They whoopin' the rocks and we compressin' the coke |
| They makin' it hard for them niggaz to smoke |
| I went to jail tryin' to get high, nigga told me |
| To go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out |
| So our Father, who art in Heaven |
| It must be the devil 'cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz |
| Nope and crazy ain’t the word |
| They say the stupid shit like trick, why don’t you front a nigga a bird |
| Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? |
| Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come fuck you up |
| The game hard on a player |
| You coulda started with a block and now workin' just for quarter fare |
| With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself |
| And the game don’t even care |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |
| This gangsta livin', weavin' dope dealin', oh how it’s changed |
| It’s gettin' strange and dangerous, but that’s the way shit goes |