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Like A Gangsta

[KL]

Yo, here we go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah y'all, yeah y'all

That new Screw shit y'all

This is what y'all been worrying right? Uh-huh

This is that new Screw shit right here



[Poet]

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Screwball; Poet, KL...introducing Matrix

Back up, I'm 'bout to wage out

I'm 'bout to pull my shit

Clit a spip out

Y'all niggaz don't know nothing about

The dangerous routes

The roads I travelled, the walls, the battles, the coke

The spots, the money, the rains that fall from the top

And still survive the bust shots

Spit flames; Niggaz gettin' slaughtered in flames

'Shit's not a game

I'm flowin' like a hurricane

I come through you town and let murder rain

Acid from the planes

When it's time to bang I bang out

I'll leave you on the corner with your fuckin' brains out

Creep up on you were you love to hang out

Like Old Dog and Kane when they pulled them thangs out



[Chorus: x2]

Walk like a gangsta; talk like a gangsta

Gats done squeezin'; make 'em buck like a gangsta

Though cats; grillin' em

Bad bitches fillin' em

Thuns keep it real with em

Bitch niggas; killin' them



[Matrix Bars]

We live life like niggaz who can die any day

But you forget it's heaven, but we lie anyway

Smoke live ever lade, three times everyday

We spark three Scotts, my climb all day

My light in all directions, move in all ways

I travel like smoke that creep through hallways

Seep through doorways... cracks and crevices

My gage just die from lack of

How many niggaz that you know that can mop a D?

Know we dead ass won't, won't, won't, cop the pleat

But then you never met a nigga that's as cocky as me

Pull a flame, throw it out, make 'em drop and then freeze

Let 'em know I ain't playing; pop one in his knee

Have his team and cops come gunning for me

Have gat men coming; have 'em running from me

Where them missiles come from?

From Matrix B, nigga



[Chorus x2]



[KL]

Ay yo, I'm low key

What the fuck you look like tryin' approach me?

Put your brains out on the ground with the debris

I rob with each, my whole click cop your squeeze

We don't get money niggas, fuck them petty thug niggas

I'm that gangsta nigga; pop slugs in your wick

I'm that gangsta nigga; said fuck what you did

I'm that gangsta nigga your bitch wanna be with

New gel like hair grease

Just leave it on a small piece

But the picture's bigger than you

I'm living from Screw, Lou!

Open the gates 'cuz I'm sending 'em through

I got the semi and the Henny and a mob that smash

All you over night thug niggaz just won't last

Got enough thuns and gun that'll come and blast

We could duck on you bitch ass niggaz and keep our freedom

Murk you on the low and tell your click when we see 'em

Fuck y'all, kiss our ass, we got cash now!



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: KL]

Yeah, yeah...you know, you know

Did about some game shit right?

Here we are again, r-right now...Srewball

Yeah, this shit ain't fucking dying down yo'

'Fuck y'all doing? Screwball right here

And we still popping off nigga, we still popping off

We ain't slowing nothing down

We gone' be dropping albums like mix tapes nigga

'Bout to make the game hard

And next time it's gone' be on your motherfucking jaw

Screwball...Hyped Entertainment...let it speak nigga, yeah

One album, Screw some shit

Y'all ain't ready for this type of shit yet

Shot niggaz down

FUCK a major label...eat a dick

....This is that shit

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