(We gangsta daddy!)
[Sean T]
Yuh!
I`m sippin on that `notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it`s just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the I-95
I`m just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po` for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I`m puttin an end to camraderie
I`m lettin off heat, `til them eyes get watery
Some gon` ricochet, some gon` hit, y`all gon` get `em
Fluids gon` disperse out like refreshin club serum
I`m deadly as bite venom but I`m far from a snake
I`ll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake
[Chorus: The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we`ll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz`ll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
`Fore I empty the whole glock in your face
[Sean T]
Streets is tough, but ain`t no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain`t a circus
But it might as well be, cause you know I`ma clown
I`m a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman`s plane
I`m a stunna in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj` in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I`m like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo` and Bill{?}
D-Squad don`t give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I`ll advise you deduct your QP`s and powder
We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)
[Chorus]
[Sean T]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Don`t get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don`t die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I`m sick in the head, when I anger it`s on
Poodles gon` be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in Rambo
I`m like piranhas on red meat, I`m on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo`
I`m like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in The Wiz
Shit I`m into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[Chorus]
