If I Could Then I Would

(*talking*) Yeah, nigga gangsta shit See what a nigga gotta realize is That a nigga, really don't like doing what he do But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me [Hook] If I could then I would, stop slanging caine Cause I know, that I should But everytime I try, it's like I'm back in the hood And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac's fill with wood I can't help it, nigga I'm a gangsta [Lil' O] All I do is gangsta shit Go to work grab the four, spank the brick All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip I'm off the chain, like a dangerous pit So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight Ask these boys from the Brae', I made my bread from butter And I'm married to the streets, like I wed the gutter Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain't no hustler Dear Lord, have mercy I'm a greedy motherfucker, and I'm thirsty I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me I'm addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me [Hook: Lil' O] [Hook: Mack Biggers] [Mack Biggers] Even can't slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo' in the morn' Cause my dog, need four of them zones Hit the stash, lock the door and I'm gone Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, 'fore I run in your house And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth What are stones about, ki's and waters who can run a quick route And feed em the rock, and let em know what money's about Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask Knock a nigga do' down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag And don't flinch, my reactions are bad I'm attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it's like I couldn't have [Hook] [Hook: Scrilla] [Scrilla] It's the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I'm the vill' of the South Stepping on work, like a rug in your house My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows But I way cook paying bills, out my po' out bowl Where I'm from the dust ain't dirty, determine niggas fluff they turkey's And if you burn, nigga your trust ain't worthy What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail I'm just to satisfy mo' cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce Cause our life, is rough around the edges That's why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose I'm whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe And my last zone's gone, before I slip on my clothes If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world [Hook: Scrilla] [Hook: Lil' O] (*talking*) I can't help it, I'm a Brae' block motherfucking gangsta I can't help it, I'm a Southwest motherfucking gangsta I can't help it, I'm a H-Town motherfucking gangsta We can't help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas