Gangsta Rhythm DJ Kay Slay (Ft. Rah Digga, Trick Trick, Uncle Murda & Z-Ro)

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
My pedigree, gangsta
And I will forever be gangsta
Unless you not selling me gangsta
You niggas will never be gangsta
And I run my mouth, gangsta
Nothing but guns in the house, gangsta
Stay stacking 100s in the drought, gangsta
Leaving your ass and then I'm out, gangsta

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
I feel sorry for the target when we pull out them choppers
They calling 911 like we don't give it to coppers
We get it poppin
Homie I gotta win, losing ain't an option
My lawyer blind, he got bitches a doctorate
Lord forgive me for that shit that I did in the past
Black gloves, black mask
It's what I wore when I was letting that hammer blast
It took a black president to get Osama ass
I'm with my white chick, taping up them white bricks
On the west coast, LA is where I get my shit
The product is better and the price cheaper
Room full of sneaker boxes minus the sneakers
They stuffed with paper you know hundreds and 50's
We in the strip club making it rain with 20's
As far as this rap thing, I'm back on my grind
Wish Chris Lighty could see me, I'm back in my prime