E.S.G. - Gangsta lyrics

(feat. Jae Millz)

[talking:]

You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston

Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga

[Hook:]

Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you a gangsta

Fighting in the club, that don't make you a gangsta

You say you been to jail, that don't make you a gangsta

Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

Cause you dropped out of school, that don't make you a gangsta

O.G.'ing tattoos, that don't make you a gangsta

These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas

Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan

[E.S.G.:]

Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes

Throw on a white T, four or five bandanas on

Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti

But you check they background, they never shot nobody

They claim they from the trap, like T.I. or Jeezy

Claim to be a O.G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy

Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names

Had a pretty red fitted hat, he thought it was Game

Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane

Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a game

Most gangstas in the Pen, the judge won't spare ya

Like Malcolm X, Mandela, Shae Gavera

Yeah my squad like Terror, aka a terror squad

Catch me sipping Remy Ma, in the back prison yard

Yep I had a murder charge, spent half my life on probation

I ain't saying do the same, homie get your education

Better keep your credit straight, and your mind on your mail

Live your life like mine, you might end up in jail yeah

[Hook]

[E.S.G.:]

Pac and B.I.G., no we ain't forgot them

Cops ain't arrested, no one who shot them

Mo' money mo' problems, suppose to get better

Feel for Afeni, like I feel for Violetta

[Jae Millz:]

Ay yo they call me Jae Millz, Tru Lenox and Banger

These niggaz talking crazy, but I know they ain't gangstas

Not even, but you lames won't be satisfied

Till you not breathing, something a box sleeping

Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend

It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga

Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy

Try to play me and I'm taking thirty shots, like I'm a great

I'm from the Apple, but I'm heavy from the H

To the H, that's Harlem to Houston more probs no solution

So what, you just came home off a bid

I heard you snitched it's worse, now you gotta switch that ain't gangsta

[Hook]

[E.S.G.:]

For nearly three summers, I was known by a number

That's why I'm banging like Jennis, when I'm riding in my Hummer

Will I live another year, the streets keep asking me

Will I wind up locked down, like Pimp C or Cassidy

Trying to avoid a tragedy, and stack this money

Is the industry ready, for a down South Tsunami

The new heir to the throne, the new Screw music king

Boys call me Bob Johnson, I control the team

Like I'm Pretty Boy Floyd, I control the ring

Two time convicted felon, use to control the fiends

I refuse to let a label, control my dream

Refuse to talk about just, cars and bling-bling

Y'all repeating the same thing, we can't have that

How many people you cats, plan to kill in your raps

Cause the ice and Maybach, your label rented that

When the video is over, you gotta give it back

Said the ice and Maybach, your label rented that

When the video is over, you gotta give it back g'eah

[Hook]