[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
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You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
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I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
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Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
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Ims Raps Lebron Tef Long John (uh)
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Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
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By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
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Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
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Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
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Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
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I never thought I'd sweat so long (uh)
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And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
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Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
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Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
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Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
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Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
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[Chorus]
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If You So Gangsta?
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
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If You So Gangsta?
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
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If You So Gangsta?
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
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If You So Gangsta?
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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Now every now and then a new kid got away
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Yeah, but unfortunally for you I'm him (sorry)
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In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
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Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
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Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
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We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
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Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
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I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)
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Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
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Let em?get to know the man with the tattooed hands
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Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
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So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
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Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
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So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
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And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
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And I ain't from Atlanta but I'll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
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It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
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It's a bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
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Im grade A nigga you don't know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
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They'll run up on ya ass, you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
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I got money bags big as a bump can get
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And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
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I ain't the type that's desperate
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I'm modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N?Bedford
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My down bitch holds the metal
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She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
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You ain't even almost rich
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They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
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Therefore you can't afford no six
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So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
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Banks don't house warm not bitch
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So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)
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[Chorus]
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If You So Gangsta
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Lloyd Banks |