Artist: Big Pokey f/ Grim, Mack Biggers Album: Evacuation Notice Song: I'm a Gangsta Typed by: Lil Hustle Uh-huh for real... [Big Pokey] What you talking bout, you ain't saying a thang I'm on the plane on my way outta state, put the gear on the train It's a bunch of niggaz, playing the game Catch ya at the light put the gun to ya, tell ya lay in your lane Can't touch me, with a ten foot pole Make me put my murder game down homie, on a six foot hoe I'm a G, I'ma ride for mine If you think you can beat me then see me, then I'ma rob you blind I'ma show you how to walk it down, bitch nigga Fucking with me and what's mine, it's blitz killers I'ma grind for my scrilla, grit grind I'm a dealer Got my hand on my gun, and I'm spitting mine for a milla I'm a player, and I came to play Still off the chain, these niggaz can't contain Sensei It's the stone that hurt nigga, not the thangs you say We flatlining everything in the way, I'm a gangsta [Chorus] I'm a G, I'ma ride for mine Fucking with a ki, flip a thousand times Dog I get money, fifty thousand pounds Plus the AR, flip a thousand rounds I'm a gangsta, 0-8 we fin's to change the game Pushing O-X, nigga changing lanes Fo' do' skating, with a banging dame What you talking bout, ya ain't saying a thang I'm a gangsta [Mack Biggers] Why ya'll mad, cause I'm keeping it gangsta I'm from the planet of apes, so you people in danger I'm in the kitchen, and I'm heating them thangs up It's bricks in the trunk, and it's one in the chamber Don't mess with Texas, I'm one of the rangers My city's on fire, and I'm one of the bangers I cop a brick, and stretch it three times that That's an automatic flip nigga, three times that In drug money, I'm three times plat' I'm a hustler homie, I like to see mine stack I can catch it for four, and get the same money Trying to get the NFL, Hall of Fame money Put it up at 45, count the same money Wise man, I will tell my money bring money So get back, or get shot at nigga My squad's in this bitch, where your block at nigga [Chorus] [Grim] Stone hard to the boneyard, M-O-B This for my niggaz in them cell blocks, you know me This for my niggaz that fucking sell blocks, you know me Posted up with a grind and fresh out, like fuck parole But niggaz dying to hold, nigga Stone up Blood niggaz grown up, ready to die for the 4 And I swear, I pray to God for my soul Then call my connect, copping extra shit from the pounds I done sold Spit bars, just to shit on niggaz Flip chips stack money, the Mob deep and I don't quit on niggaz Uh, and I don't quit on the block Niggaz need quarter halves and whole, so I don't quit on the block I fried off, cause I'ma get it off I can have one in the chamber a gun in my face, and I'ma get it off Stare death in the face, everytime I look in the mirror My heart's cold, so I don't really give a fuck bout niggaz [Chorus]