[Intro]
Haha! For the 1-9-9-5, bout to put a plug in that ass. Y'all niggas best to retrospective. Y'all niggas don't stand for nothin', y'all niggas gon' fall for anything. Get a whiff of Gangsta P, cuz it's a ghetto thing. Yeah. Y'all niggas better take a hit, like Gangsta P, drop it down like a key, and serve that ass...
[Verse 1]
If I got any bigger I would still be that nigga
Walkin' through the hood with my finger on the trigger
See, money never faded me, it just amazes me
How these bustas in the town go crazy
Get a little lick, cop a couple a keys
Now they wanna call theirselves real Gs from the streets
Ain't that a bitch? Meet the hoe that switched up
Slipped up, got hooked up and now you bitches gotta buck to folks' realness
Cuz when I speak it's heard
Disrespect Gangsta and be sleepin' with the dirt
Cuz where I'm from you earn your take but first you learn
The rules and regulations; don't follow, get burned
[Chorus]
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
[Verse 2]
Through the years I done seen alot of ballers come and go
Some still survivin', some on death row
But nevertheless the ones that are locked down ain't around
Be 100% real no matter what city or town
Because it ain't where you're from it's where you heart is at
I heard Mr. Baller needs a strap to watch his own back
Wannabe sucka-ass trick-ass bitch
Let me break it down to yo ass like this
I be the L-I-L Gangsta P-A-T
Since the year of '83 I been a fiend to the streets
Every day is a struggle, so nigga I'mma hustle
And, push comes to shove, these slugs goin' through ya muscles
[Chorus]
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
[Verse 3]
Last but not least-a, to my niggas that's restin' in peace-sta
I can't forget, the blood sweat and tears
While on up you put niggas in fear
Cuz wasn't no fakin' the game here
In the O-A-K-L-A-N-D, land of stackin' Gs
But watch where you plant your feet
Ain't no love when it comes to dope and money
Niggas be twisted by their fate, lookin' funny
It goes down on sight, fuck waitin' for the night
Ain't no sale price when I'm trynna earn my stripes
It's just me, my nuts, and my gat
Stuck in the battlefield, so nigga, watch your back
[Chorus]
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
I dedicate this to the real ghetto stars
You know who you are, you know who you are
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
[Outro]
Yeah, Gangsta P, once again speakin' the real truth for the whole town. He stole sound, but then he stole town, and you know it's hood bound. It's that villa on the realer, known killa, motherfucker that you just can't fuck with. It's the D to the E to the L to the I to the N to the Q, U-E-N-T, and really, and I'm out
(Simultaneously: Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?)
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
Gangsta P, are you really talkin' about me?
