Twisted Insane
Gangsta (Voodoo 3)
[Verse 1]
Somebody get the pistol out the whip, this shit is real
A couple of words up at the bus stop, pop and get you killed
Nobody's safe, get out my face or you can get the steel
N***as'll get to cluckin' when they buckin' from behind the wheel
Straight from the land where they do die
Yeah, n***as'll pull up and whistle with the pistol out the hoorah
Chrome 45 hit up your spine, no matter who hide
Rappers ain't with this shit and we can tell whenever you lie
Rappin' n***a, you's an actor, n***a
You can run around, scream your shit and wear that fit but you ain't active, n***a
13 yеars old in the school bathroom, back to back with n***as
- There thеy go right there? - What? Where? - There! - I'm at them n***as
They really ain't bangin' with you, they sick of just hangin' with you
Better off by yourself, ain't no help, they really came to get you
So you can hop in the whip and fade to lick
But it could be you that'll end up chewed up like potato chips
Ain't it sick?

[Chorus]
If you wanna pull up with theatrics
My shit'll make you do some acrobatics
I'm a gangsta
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lookin' nifty, doin' 50 on the freeway
Rollin' up some sticky on my briefcase
I'm a gangsta
N***a
[Verse 2]
Please knock it off, or we can pop it off
And don't be stumblin' with your words, what, you ain't heard that I ain't got it all?
Supposed to be wicked with that pistol you ain't shot at all?
Run around screamin' +Thug Life+, n***a, you ain't Pac at all
Always been told that I ain't shit
Shit, every day I was tested, I'm infested with that Brainsick
Load they clips, stay in the whip for those that wanna try
To get away with my cheese, on me, n***a, you will die
Ain't no motherfuckin' movie, n***a
They pull up while you asleep up on your street and bust them Uzis at ya
Bodies will fall, they comin' through walls like Call of Duty hit ya
Bullets'll hit ya fender, put through blender, make a smoothie with ya
They really ain't bangin' with you, they sick of just hangin' with you
Better off by yourself, ain't no help, they really came to get you
So you can hop in the whip and fade to lick
But it could be you that'll end up chewed up like potato chips
Ain't it sick?

[Chorus]
If you wanna pull up with theatrics
My shit'll make you do some acrobatics
I'm a gangsta
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lookin' nifty, doin' 50 on the freeway
Rollin' up some sticky on my briefcase
I'm a gangsta
N***a