[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
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{COME ON!}
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Pass that blunt!
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{LLOYD BANK$!... WHAT?}
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[Chorus:]
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
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Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK"!}
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
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Everybody knows {GOD-...} you're a wanksta... {DAMN!}
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[Verse 1:]
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You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
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I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO!}
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I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on,
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Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo!}
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They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu,
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Yo' shits weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
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I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!)
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I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo!}
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My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
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But instead he trippin' [2 gun cocks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
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These niggas petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em,
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Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!)
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We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the bitches adore us,
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They chew a nigga up on da tour bus. {GET BACK!}
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Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
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The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)
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[Chorus:]
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? {PICK THIS RECORD!}
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {WHASSUP?}
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Everybody knows you're a wanksta...
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {DON ROBINSON... }
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Everybody knows you're a wanksta... [shot] {WHAT?} [scratches] {COME ON! }
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[Verse 2:]
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These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin',
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When I'm around, bitches start shakin' and tremblin'. (uh-huh!)
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I like 'em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian,
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Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
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You won't believe what I'm swimmin' in, [shot]
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I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!)
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I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
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These niggaz ridin' 'round crushed up in a Coop - likin' tighter than a Bob Sleder.
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You a actor! - Better yet a actress!
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Start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. (YEAH!)
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Dog, I'm not like a lot of heads,
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Trust me! I'll put a switchblade in yo' [shot] nostrol like Radamez. {DAMN!}
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And at the time a ladies man.
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Icey watch! - Navy band! Play me blam! {Whoooooo! }
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My records should be 80 grand,
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Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - Nigga! (YEAH!) {WHAT?}
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[Chorus:]
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {G-UNIT RECORDS!}
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Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {WHAT?}
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Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
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But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
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Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
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Everybody knows you're a wanksta...
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[Outro:]
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{HATE HOT! }
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Yeah!
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You BITCH-ass nigga!
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Y'all niggas broke! {LICK!}
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And I'm gettin' better! And better... {JESSIE!} and better... and better!
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It gotta hurt man...
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G-UNIT! {WHAT?} [shot] [beat stops]
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You Trying To Be A Gangsta
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Lloyd Banks |