Gangsta Livin' (edited album version)-Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Gangsta Livin' (edited album version) I know 'pac woulda loved this one here This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes This ni**a needs no introductions I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to f**k wit See t-double known for startin' problems but K-cutter be the problem solver, if I Sell you a book ni**a stick it 'Cause for every you check you slippin' they can call me flipper I only I missed a few niggaz But he lost a couple more visa kidney and his liver Had to tell him mind me a ni**a I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run ni**a All I wanna know is Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is I heard Papi got them freighters Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a ni**a gon' take 'em The d**e game's just too overrated And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it Done went from crack slingers to R and B singers Before the mic's on, you was already singin' It's just a song was a big hit He named me and his b**ch on the remix, sing This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes And to hell with bein' a man about it Sh*t they got fo' niggaz and one gun, f**k bein' twenty-one Somebody better tell 'em And put him up on his cell for somebody f**k around and kill him You see 'cause snitches get stitches And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin' and snitchin' And I ain't gon' keep on talkin' to you niggaz I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz And I ain't leavin' no witnesses And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses See I know how to control my hennessy I speak no Ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans See 'cause poppa was a rolling stone He said, "Son get your gun, it's a war and it's on" So y'all go on and Bob your head to the song Throw up the four's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes I'm tired of smokin' 'bama-a** w**d Niggaz out there sellin' backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds They whoopin' the rocks and we compressin' the coke They makin' it hard for them niggaz to smoke I went to jail tryin' to get high, ni**a told me To go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out So our Father, who art in Heaven It must be the devil 'cause somethin' wrong with these niggaz Nope and crazy ain't the word They say the stupid sh*t like trick, why don't you front a ni**a a bird Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a ni**a come f**k you up The game hard on a player You coulda started with a block and now workin' just for quarter fare With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself And the game don't even care This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes This gangsta livin', weavin' d**e dealin', oh how it's changed It's gettin' strange and dangerous, but that's the way sh*t goes