Gangsta

[Intro: Juelz Santana]

Yeah, who, where they at? Bring 'em to me

Let me talk to these niggas man, Dipset y'all with me

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Yo, yo, yo now let's get down to business, I've been gone

For a minute, but I'm back now down for business

Yeah I found a small town I had to visit

Had a bunch of hungry workers, who was down to get it

So I got up and left, hit the town with brizicks

Nickels, dimes, quarters, O's, half of brizicks

Know the rules of getting mad, if they ask they get it

Plus I was giving it to them, like I had permission

Now I'm back focused on rap, anybody got a problem holla back

Two shots swallow that, and I know what the people want

Got what the people want, I know you not hot

You not what the people want, they want me

Santana man, bandana wrapped around his head

Goddamn it man, is it him?

Yes, say it again, yes, I'm playing to win

Yes, hey come again, nigga, I've been watching

I've been plotting, I'm the realest thing popping

Since Osama Bin Laden, so pay homage

Ladies salute me, gentlemen salute me, the general you'll soon see

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Killa

Ayo, this is just for gangstas, that'll black out, MAC out

Bling out, shank out, and shank ya

Y'all looking lost, took your plates, gave the crooks the forks (go eat)

We gon' eat whether its fish or pork

They thirsty and ready to take your burger, turkey and veggie

You ever work with machetes?

I broke bread with billionaires that think flipping birds is petty

They soon serve with semi, my tune turn to envy

Balloon pop, you know I burn the friendly

And pull cars off...

... Huh, I'm so nice, I took the last two bars off

I wasn't rapping nothing

I was wrapping something, now that was stunting

And baby I model

I always put the coke in the baby powder bottle (that's Killa, Killa)

'Cause I follow for figures, my hollow and trigger

Swallow a nigga, like a bottle of liquor (Hennessy)

And when I cock that heat back, ya hatchback, hard top

Or drop top seat back, harving and reach back

Body in the seat, head in the trunk

Tell his mother eat that, laid up feet fat

I'm a better boy

Ohio players, Detroit cheddar boys

Harlem too, gangstas do it

Montana Santana, gangsta music, Killa

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Yo, ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

Yo, I got you niggas exhausted, you gotta be nauseous

How I pull up, stop and be flossing (oh)

Chrome wheels spinning out of proportion

Twin pipes on the back, letting out the exhaustion

Whoa, kids love me, but I'm no idol

I hold rifles, dog, my spit game is so vital

I'm what the games been missing like both Michael's

Jackson and Jordan, from cracking to balling, I'm back

I'm a heavy pimper, 24/7 pimper

Where your girl, go get her, bet I pimp her

And I ain't mad, that the Towers fell

I'm mad the coke price went up, and this crack won't sell

I'm mad I gotta grind harder, hit the block harder

Get some new workers, buy some new product

Get my clientele back, shit I might as well black

Burn the town down one more time, what the hell scrap

For my niggas who can't get it, upstate sittin' in San Quentin

Greens on they back on the feet Stan Smithing

This is gangsta music, please dance with it

Spit your razors out, party in the mess hall

This is just for gangstas, pardon all the rest of y'all

Juelz Santana make it happen man

Dip-set grip TECs, Harlem's own Taliban, come on

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas

Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?

Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas