Gangsta (edited album version) - Fat Joe
Ollie ollie oxen free
Like one two three
Red light green light one two three
Yo I pop six boxes play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'm smack that sh*t
Yeah ohhhhhh going going
Yeah yeah what up son
Yo I got this twenty two ni**a play me like
Nah I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five three for five we rolling
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Making the fifth scream rocking older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip ***** cuz he owed for a week
Now the squad's getting recognized supplying connects with pies
Pumping pounds of weight ni**a like exercise
Joe been over quarter five d**e and homicide
Long before charlie got knocked until Madonna died
Young and not giving a *****
There ain't a ni**a I ain't hit
When I buck and left 'em sh*t outta luck
I'm gangsta like my daddy was hitting number spots
Sending me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into o's pounds to bricks
On the strip pimping hoes on some Goldie sh*t
I'm gangsta by destiny og's selected me
I earned my spot my whole team elected me
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Here goes this chick doing ten in the being
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f**kin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the b**ch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas no more shirley temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in alabama
Packin twin hammers screamin life doesn't matter
It's a vicious cycle her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state runnin everything from guns to trains
And pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following
Sell *** use *** get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket that's it
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Ollie ollie oxen free
Like one two three
Red light green light one two three
Yo I pop six boxes play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'm smack that sh*t
Yeah ohhhhhh going going
Yeah yeah what up son
Yo I got this twenty two ni**a play me like
Nah I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five three for five we rolling
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Making the fifth scream rocking older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip ***** cuz he owed for a week
Now the squad's getting recognized supplying connects with pies
Pumping pounds of weight ni**a like exercise
Joe been over quarter five d**e and homicide
Long before charlie got knocked until Madonna died
Young and not giving a *****
There ain't a ni**a I ain't hit
When I buck and left 'em sh*t outta luck
I'm gangsta like my daddy was hitting number spots
Sending me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into o's pounds to bricks
On the strip pimping hoes on some Goldie sh*t
I'm gangsta by destiny og's selected me
I earned my spot my whole team elected me
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Here goes this chick doing ten in the being
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f**kin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the b**ch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas no more shirley temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers that be down in alabama
Packin twin hammers screamin life doesn't matter
It's a vicious cycle her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head but she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state runnin everything from guns to trains
And pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name but she was a looker
Pretty thing such a shame how this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell no more his are hollering
You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the following
Sell *** use *** get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket that's it
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
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