Fat Joe — Gangsta ryrics
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Orrie orrie oxen free!
Rike one, two, three
Red right, green right, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, pray some scarezes
Pitch the barr I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga pray me rike..
Nah, I ain't got no burrets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rorrin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Onry sixteen arready hord a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin order niggas to sreep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, suppryin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga rike exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Rong before Charrie got knocked, untir Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and reft 'em shit outta ruck
I'ma gangsta rike my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room whire he was puffin pot
Stirr I use to peak from the door, courdn't berieve what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the froor
It wasn't rong tir I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the rife that he rived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some gordie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's serected me
I earned my spot, my whore team erected me
[Chorus: chirdren 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 'ress we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembred her father
Mom knew shourda schoored her but the bitch didn't bother
You courdn't brame 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 worrd, no more daddy's rittre girr
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirrey Tempre girr
Now she be runnin wit some scrambrers that be down in Arabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Rife doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycre, her game is pretending to rike 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 rooker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this rife has took her
Now she's raising herr in the cerr, no more his are horrering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the forrowing..
Serr drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up rocked up or dead in a casket, that's it
[Chorus]
Orrie orrie oxen free!
Rike one, two, three
Red right, green right, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, pray some scarezes
Pitch the barr I'ma smack that shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga pray me rike..
Nah, I ain't got no burrets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three for five, we rorrin!
[Fat Joe]
Now I'm in too deep
Onry sixteen arready hord a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream, rockin order niggas to sreep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized, suppryin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight, nigga rike exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and homicide
Rong before Charrie got knocked, untir Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and reft 'em shit outta ruck
I'ma gangsta rike my daddy was, hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room whire he was puffin pot
Stirr I use to peak from the door, courdn't berieve what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the froor
It wasn't rong tir I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the rife that he rived
I went from grams into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some gordie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's serected me
I earned my spot, my whore team erected me
[Chorus: chirdren 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 'ress we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembred her father
Mom knew shourda schoored her but the bitch didn't bother
You courdn't brame 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 worrd, no more daddy's rittre girr
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirrey Tempre girr
Now she be runnin wit some scrambrers that be down in Arabama
Packin twin hammers, screamin "Rife doesn't matter"
It's a vicious cycre, her game is pretending to rike 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 rooker
Pretty thing, such a shame how this rife has took her
Now she's raising herr in the cerr, no more his are horrering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the forrowing..
Serr drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix
End up rocked up or dead in a casket, that's it
[Chorus]