Gangsta Around Your Way

[Verse 1:]What's goin' on party people, gangstas, gangstresses, and skee-holesI know y'all feeling my lingo, this just a throwaway record, not the singleYour favorite rapper, even he know, but he don't wanna give it up, he got a egoHe ain't hot on the streets though, I came to take what he got like the repoSee every hood got a Deebo, back niggas down while they playing cee-loSome niggas try to play hero, but they scared to death of him on the lee-lowThey say they can't wait till he go, but when he died, they cried R.I.P. yoIf you feelin' what I mean though, grip your fuckin' Desert Eagles[Chorus:]You ever had a gangsta around your wayTellin' niggas they can't hustle unless they payHe used to stick up all the weed spotsHe got chased by the beat copsYou heard shots he was to blameMan they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rainedYou ever had a gangsta around your wayWalk up to the dice game, niggas scared to playHe used to stick up all the crack spotsHe got chased by the black copsYou heard shots he was to blameMan they used to curse his name, but when that boy died it rained[Verse 2:]Front on Saratoga, you won't make it to HowardDon't come around here with that, we don't allow itWhile I'm in the crib telling my girl to iron my outfitNiggas outside bustin' shots like they 'bout itI can't tell you how many shots, I couldn't count itBut I could tell it was somethin' big the way it soundedI dried myself off with a towel after I showeredCame outside with the hammer, no doubt about itThis nigga layed out, the people had him surrounded"Call a ambulance, I'm shot", that's what he shoutedNiggas making my hood hot, they gon' get outedIf they was lookin' for some drama they just found itThey say he a powerful man, but he a cowardHe think he powerful but he 'bout to get overpoweredYea I know his crew roll deep, I wouldn't doubt itTo me that only mean his funeral gon' get crowded[Chorus][Verse 3:]I see a lot of new faces, tell them niggas to clear it outWalkin' through 'em, I ain't talkin' to 'em, I air 'em outShake a nigga hand, if he a fan, I hear him outStand in my stance, if he take a chance, I wear 'em outYou said you know kid and I went in your man mouthKeep it to yourself, I don't care what you care aboutNiggas play tough but at time it pan outGot a lot of rocks in my watch - it stand outSo fly, man I even iced my band outI'm flyer than the cars that the promoter hand outBut that's another subject, it's a upsetSee your homie suffer, you wonder who gon' get touched nextI handle my own drama, niggas is suspectWatch you get shot, they stand there with the rubber neckTouch one of mines, I leave a motherfucker wetThis for the G's who died, much respect[Chorus][Outro:]Yeah, it rained when my homie Mel Greene diedIt rained when the god Ball True diedIt rained when my homie Ran-Ran diedIt rained when that nigga Ike Polo diedIt rained when the god Allah diedYeah, all my homies who went back to the essence... gone but not forgottenThe list goes on... Told y'all I was gon' make it... Thug-A-Cation