Текст (слова) песни: Lil` O f Mack Biggers, Scrilla - If I Could Then I Would

(*talking*)
Yeah, nigga gangsta shit
See what a nigga gotta realize is
That a nigga, really don`t like doing what he do
But fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me

[Hook]
If I could then I would, stop slanging caine
Cause I know, that I should
But everytime I try, it`s like I`m back in the hood
And everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac`s fill with wood
I can`t help it, nigga I`m a gangsta

[Lil` O]
All I do is gangsta shit
Go to work grab the four, spank the brick
All I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whip
I`m off the chain, like a dangerous pit
So you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his face
Bleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safe
All these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakes
You can tell by my style, I done touched some weight
Ask these boys from the Brae`, I made my bread from butter
And I`m married to the streets, like I wed the gutter
Hit I-10, with a hem and a muffler
Make a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain`t no hustler
Dear Lord, have mercy
I`m a greedy motherfucker, and I`m thirsty
I got the devil on my back, and he done cursed me
I`m addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me

[Hook: Lil` O]

[Hook: Mack Biggers]

[Mack Biggers]
Even can`t slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo` in the morn`
Cause my dog, need four of them zones
Hit the stash, lock the door and I`m gone
Make way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zone
Knowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lost
I paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling salt
Talk down you better muzzle your mouth, `fore I run in your house
And fuck around, and put a gun in your mouth
What are stones about, ki`s and waters who can run a quick route
And feed em the rock, and let em know what money`s about
Cause all I know is getting cash, and then flash
Piss me off, I get a Mack and a mask
Knock a nigga do` down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bag
And don`t flinch, my reactions are bad
I`m attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bag
My Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it`s like I couldn`t have

[Hook]

[Hook: Scrilla]

[Scrilla]
It`s the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my time
With the heart of a hustler, and I predator mine
I spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I`m the vill` of the South
Stepping on work, like a rug in your house
My fans scream as I dream, of having sold out shows
But I way cook paying bills, out my po` out bowl
Where I`m from the dust ain`t dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey`s
And if you burn, nigga your trust ain`t worthy
What you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scale
And dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jail
I`m just to satisfy mo` cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuce
Cause our life, is rough around the edges
That`s why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my nose
I`m whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robe
And my last zone`s gone, before I slip on my clothes
If I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world

[Hook: Scrilla]

[Hook: Lil` O]

(*talking*)
I can`t help it, I`m a Brae` block motherfucking gangsta
I can`t help it, I`m a Southwest motherfucking gangsta
I can`t help it, I`m a H-Town motherfucking gangsta
We can`t help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas

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