WAR - LXST CXNTURY

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track

A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back

As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up

Knock you on your ass when I blast

I don't give a fuck

Get a 187 on the punk that tryna perpetrate

Talkin' all yo shit just made me click you with my .38

Backin' down?

Nigga, please

Let's go make a bloodstain

I'm MC Money pistol packin'

Pullin' out them homicides

Scopin' out a busta boy

Loadin' on my milli' round

Step up to my face bitch and I'mma put you underground

A motherfuckin' AK in my hand pointed at your du

If you fuck up and you cross the ground Imma take it fool

Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit

All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch

Nigga, I know you're scared cuz you shakin in your shoes

All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin

Gangsta Gold is smoked out, always thinking evil shit

All I take is cheese, dope, and homies gonna kill you bitch

Nigga, I know you're scared cuz you shakin in your shoes

All this sweat on your head cuz you know that you ain't runnin

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track

A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back

As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up

Knock you on your ass when I blast

I don't give a fuck

The gangsta in the back, a real nigga on the track

A clip on my hip, and I shoot a busta back

As trill as you might call yourself I hope that you can back it up

Knock you on your ass when I blast

I don't give a fuck