[Verse 1]
My mind is different, I'm having nightmares and images/
Of crime and prison, my life, and dying while sinning
I act like I'm fine with it, but in reality, I'm losing it/ (yeah)
What i got myself into is serious, I want nothing to do with it
(nah)(stupid shit)
But I keep it gangsta, you've always been my homie (uh huh)
And I was never gonna leave you, I know what its like being lonely. (yeah)
As I sat up in that cell, by myself, yeah, I was mad at ya
You told em it was me, (what) but I guess you did what you had ta
Well, well find out in court, I woulda never thought of backstabbin you./ (nah)
To hell with taking the blame, I woulda never thought of asking you! (nah)
What's the matter with you? See to me, you've always been respected/
But it's not cool to be 17, and already getting arrested. (what)
See the rest has to do with the block as we was starving selling pot/ (yeah)
Trying to be gangsta was the reason Preacher Man got robbed. (uh)
That's the reason Prestigious got shot, drugs the reason my uncle got locked/ (damn)
I just hope neither send you to the grave, fuck seeing you in a box (real talk)
[Hook x2]
You so gangsta, gangsta
(running from the cops)
Gangsta, gangsta
(getting caught, getting locked)
You so gangsta, gangsta
(fulla holes getting shot)
But you not labeled a gangsta
(lying in a box)
[Verse 2]
See I love you to much to see you caged, I mean no disrespect/ (yeah)
Hopefully you hearing this song, will keep you in check. (uh)
Now I'm not saying I'm a saint (nah) I got some demons as well/
But I don't want my siblings to grow up seeing me in jail (hell nah)
And believe when I make bail, I'm never going back/ (nah)
Not even to visit your ass, I'd rather have you on a track. (yeah)
Now I know the streets is cold, its about war and gats/
But H.P.C. is just a clique, nothing more than that
See before the crack, your neighbor was your brother/
Now you got these motherfuckers, killing over colors. (damn)
Double barrel shot guns will just get you into trouble/
Never mind that last line, protect yourself, man fuck em
Now I've been shot and and stabbed, tied up and gagged/
I ran up in houses masked, threw everything in a bag
I've been beaten with brass knuckles and hit with bats./ (damn)
Now my hands have been cuffed and you wanna tell me that that's....
[Hook x2]
Gangsta, gangsta
(running from the cops)
Gangsta, gangsta
(getting caught, getting locked)
You so gangsta, gangsta
(fulla holes getting shot)
But you not labeled a gangsta
(lying in a box)
[Verse 3]
I had the feeling I was nothing as my hands were being cuffed/
Suicidal, laying in the cell thinking no one gives a fuck. (fuck em)
I took a lot for granted, until I was in that cell stranded/ (yeah)
The whole time I was locked up, my only thoughts was my family. (damn)
You can have my sandwich, man, I can wait till I bail out./
No one punked Et Cetera out, shut your motherfuckin' mouth!
I feel like The Game in the mall, them pigs wanna fuck with me/ (what the fuck)
I did not a damn thing wrong, man, fuck the police!
And when I took the picture with my camera it wasn't ta glorify the fact-
We was getting arrested, (nah) jail is more than that
(you have a right to remain silent, anything you say will be used against you)/
You don't know what hearing those words will turn your ass into
Now I remain the same, not a gangsta, but a hustla/ (yeah)
And I still yell suey for them pigs, (onk onk motherfucka!)
*police radio*
(Robert Pett recording)
Hey can we get arrested if we fuckin' uhhhh... cuss you out n shit?
No?
Well fuck you, you stupid cock sucking motherfucker!
Hey, um... have you met your quota this month?
Um...um, actually we don't go by quota
Oh yeah, that's what they all say!
[Outro]
(Voicemail Robot)
Saved Message, Wednesday, July 30th, 12:59 am
(Robert Pett)
Anthony! Send that fucking picture, um, of me in handcuffs, so I can put that bitch on my Myspace, bitch, I done seen that shit on yours, fucking gangsta, yeah
