[Produced by Gary G-Wiz]
[Refrain]
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Buck boom buck, another neighborhood disaster
Drummer hit me one
[Verse 1]
A gun is a gun is a mothafuckin' gun
But an organized side keep a sellout nigga on the run
What you gonna do to get paid?
Step on the rest of the hood 'til the drug raid
See you runnin' like roaches
Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw
When you have his trust in killin' us
[Refrain]
Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk
Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk
Where you tryin' to go with that?
Don't even go there with that rap
Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how
So what'cha gonna do now?
[Refrain]
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm of the master
Buck boom buck, another neighborhood disaster
Drummer hit me one
[Verse 1]
A gun is a gun is a mothafuckin' gun
But an organized side keep a sellout nigga on the run
What you gonna do to get paid?
Step on the rest of the hood 'til the drug raid
See you runnin' like roaches
Black gangstas need track coaches
The white law set you up raw
When you have his trust in killin' us
[Refrain]
Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk
Talkin' that gat talk, walkin' that catwalk
Where you tryin' to go with that?
Don't even go there with that rap
Guns, drugs, and money, all you know how
So what'cha gonna do now?
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