Letra de Aintsta
What about this motherfucking gangsta, wanna be gangsta Sitting in the mirror throwing sets at yourself like a prankster Little punk ass mark, playing hardcore but you gots no heart Nigga never had a set of Ds, worshiping Gs How can you be down, nigga please? You wanna play hard for your hood, tell ' Em how you whoop Mix-a-Lot's ass good But what your homeboys don't know, I'ma let 'em know If you ever wanna squab, I'ma crack your skull, bro 'Cause you need your narrow ass kicked, you little buster ass snitch And I'ma say this once and never say it no more You ain't hard 'cause you once sold dope, 'cause you were slanging Like a straight up bitch, rolled over on your whole damn clique And you can't spell dirt, let alone do none Paid your homies but your momma's broke, son Now tell me who's a sellout? I'ma read your ass on a spell out, punk B-E-E-A-T-C-H A-K-A is Mr J Little square ass mark, boy, you ain't no gangsta You's a motherfucking angsta Yeah Wanna be hard, false face nigga Shaky ass finger on a deuce deuce trigger Angsta Think about your pimping, square ass Mark cake nigga never had no heart The motherfucking angsta Fronting around your homies, wanna be Down, now you want to claim C-Town Angsta Wanna be a baller? Can you be a hustler? Not if you's a undercover buster First you want to sound like Ice Cube jumping On stage with a mic trying to mean mug fools Now you want to be like Snoop, but you can't 'cause You're fake with your shit, nigga, you and your crew Bitch motherfucker outta Woodinville Faking just to get a little record deal Used to try to rap like Chuck D, ain't Had a soul sister since I known you, G Huh And that's real Now ask your homeboys how they feel And they'll tell your ass the real Scoop up your cash with your fake gangster ass, you Can fool them for a minute but that shit won't last You sound kind of hard on your demo, but if your mom and dad Heard it, they'd beat your ass though, 'cause you's a bitch made Gangster sap, telling all the stories about your see-through gat Ever since I known you, your head wasn't getting Like a cluck motherfucker, you sold that Yeah, you wanted me to come real Huh Now you got your cap peeled, bitch And don't start fronting about your pimp game, youngster You fuck your own hoes like a trick ass buster Learn the game before you claim it, son, study Hustlers 101 You's a motherfucking angsta Fronting around your homies, wanna be Down, now you want to claim C-Town Angsta Wanna be a baller? Can you be a hustler? Not if you's a undercover buster What you did on the grind don't impress me, four Years of slanging and your pockets is still empty And you say you got street game, need to Buffalo your money like a baller, man But bitch made niggas get no love, I done seen your pictures With your fake ass mean mug, kind of looking like a sweet Thing, all pretty motherfucker with a swap meet ring, khakis Nice and fit, looking like you pump gas at the Chevron, bitch Got your bed all bunched up, shirt tucked in, 40 in your Hand with a stupid ass grin, fake like a motherfucker Swearing you's a player when your girl's with another sucker But you won't cut her loose, boy, you know you can't Shake her, 'cause you's a motherfucking angsta Wanna be hard, false face nigga, shaky Ass finger on a deuce deuce trigger Angsta Think about your pimping, square ass Mark cake nigga never had no heart You's a motherfucking angsta Fronting around your homies, wanna be down Old credit card ass fool, yeah Now you want to claim C-Town Angsta Wanna be a baller? Bitch Can you be a hustler? Not if you's an undercover buster Goddamn