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i'm just a gangsta (remix) - stitches lyrics

[verse 1 – st-tches]
i pull out my ak and shoot anythin’ movin’
if the feds come pick me up i tell them f-ck boys to prove it
some say i’m out of my mind, some say i’m out of control
this ain’t no game, lil’ boy: ain’t no remote control
i take the flesh off yo face, like i’m hannibal (i will!)
you got snitch in your blood? i find out now you got a bullet hole
i heard you snitched on your mom, i heard you snitched on yo ho’
i always have a motherf-ckin’ feeling in my stomach not to serve you up

[hook – st-tches]
you ain’t got nothin’ (broke!)
stop all the frontin’ (you broke!)
i’m gon’ shoot all of my rounds and i miss nothin’
cause i’m a gangsta (you know it!)
cause i’m a gangsta (you know it!)
and that ain’t happen over night i’m just a gangsta (2x)

[verse 2 – compton menace]
look…
i’m gettin’ money and they know that
got an oldschool with them cali plates
see i’m on the crime with that pistol on me
still stuck in my cali ways
all these n-ggas talkin’, but they frightened on me
i see ’em broke but they hatin’ on me
just hit their -ss with that real sh-t
cause i’m a cold n-gga and i don’t feel sh-t
look, everybody wanna f-ck with a real n-gga
gotta get it goin’ and i’m tryna get it
from the booth to the motherf-ckin’ kitchen
k!llin’ game on, never leave a witness
real sh-t, n-gga, know that i did it
tell is me, but i’m already fitted
black lambo’ first one quitted
make a header when i tell you that it’s rented
got a bad b-tch and she don’t talk sh-t
just get the car when i spark sh-t
we ain’t in the club, we won’t lost sh-t
just hoppin’ out and i don’t park sh-t
see, my n-gga called, i said “pull up”
gonna make a plan on that hard sh-t
look, these haters say they pullin’, i just tell ’em

[hook – st-tches]

[verse 3 – st-tches]
i’m a gangsta with a gangsta grill
start a problem with me? i put the gun to yo grill
i just chugged the fo’ all the lean i need a refill
you got fake in yo blood, what’s in my blood is real
every track i jump on i k!ll
call me st-tches: or call me track murderer
make a diss track about me and i’m gon’ have to murder ya
if i don’t wanna dirty my hands them bands will take care of ya
and my goons? will finish the job, bruh
cause if they don’t come back with your motherf-ckin’ head imma be p-ssed (i swear!)
hit the goons with my fist
i swear about this
i swear on your hood
i’m st-tches, n-gga (you know me)
and i dare somebody that say that i won’t pull the trigger

[hook – st-tches]

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