Gangsta Shit

[Chorus: Juicy J]

(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Verse 1: Carmike]

I got a nine-milli and that bitch just snuck in my drawls

So think before you step, pimpster, take a look and fall

Yo nigga, don't let that be the motherfucking reason

Why the C-A-R-MIKE nigga click, turnin' this into Glock season

Early morning shit, plus I'm drunk full of skunk

Ran to the bathroom to take a dump, Skinny Pimp got the pump in the trunk

Now I'm out, so step on up, on my scale fool

I got you where I want you, finna see who's gonna bail

Judge bonded, bitch, I ain't worried, fool, I'm the illest

Better be worried about when I come at your head trying to peel this

Cap's, no more nap, 'cause his head's, bloody red

Fool, I ain't scared, broke leg, started with a plague, yeah

I'm skinny, but plenty, from tripping off of them Alizes though

And, plus, I'm dickin' on every last one of your hoes

Putting my foot dead in your ass, on my toe, leave some shit

Bring your click, so y'all can step up to this nine, bitch

[Chorus: Juicy J]

(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Verse 2: Carmike]

Kris Kringle, that nigga, yo, what the fuck you want?

Knocking on my door, sticking up for your folks, this must be a joke

I don't take you serious, your minds are delirious

And not a least bit, "Do you worry, this?"

So bring it on, bring it on, little pussy hoe

What the fuck you're searching for, punk bitch? Here I go

His time was up, the Lord he must have called upon his service

Now tell me, big bro, do you have the same courage?

Cause if you do, (Nah, dawg, that's alright)

Damn, you almost made it another killing after midnight

So take heed and be wise, 'cause in this life, you'll die

And you'll never have a second chance to be a real man

You had the nerve to try to (pop!) a cap, and cap, and cap

Now, visit the land of the hot, just drop, in a pool full of blood

Wrap you up in a knapsack and drop you off in the woods

[Chorus: Juicy J]

(Tear it off!) If you want that gangsta shit, then step up to this nine, bitch (x8)

[Outro: Juicy J]

Yeah, yeah y'all know what time it is

Juicy J in the house for the '94, sayin' fuck TNT

Don't buy no stereo sound system from the motherfucking (?) babbish

I don't give out no tapes for them motherfucking crazy lil' bitches

Fuck ya'll motherfuckers

What'd I tell you about them hoes, mane?

Fuck them

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[Outro: Carmike]

Aww, yeeeaahh, it's Carmike up in this motherfucker

(?)

Cause, I'm, uhhhh...

I ain't gonna tell you what I'm gonna do, but I'm gonna do it