Gangsta - Fat Joe

Gangsta - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
Ollie ollie oxen free
Like one two three
Red light green light one two three
Yo I pop six boxes play some scalezes
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that sh*t
Yeah ohhhhhh going going
Yeah yeah what up son
Yo I got this twenty
Two ni**a play me like
Nah I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five
Three for five we rollin
Now I'm in too deep
Only sixteen already hold a name in the street
Makin the fifth scream
Rockin older niggas to sleep
Make a fiend strip naked cuz he owed for a week
Now the Squad's getting recognized
Supplyin connects with pies
Pumpin pounds of weight
Ni**a like exercise
Joe been over quarter five d**e and homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked
Until Madonna died
Young and not givin a f**k
There ain't a ni**a I ain't hit
When I buck and left 'em sh*t outta luck
I'ma gangsta like my daddy was
Hittin number spots
Sendin me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door
Couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It wasn't long til I did what he did
I was an innocent kid and got
Exposed to the life that he lived
I went from grams into O's pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie sh*t
I'ma gangsta by destiny OG's selected me
I earned my spot my whole team elected me
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Yeah unh yo unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f**kin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda schooled her but the b**ch didn't bother
You couldn't blame her cuz she got it from her
She was a rider from jump
Her pop's died in the hands of a chump
Now she's mad at the world
No more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas
No more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some scramblers
That be down in Alabama
Packin twin hammers screamin
Life doesn't matter
It's a vicious cycle
Her game is pretending to like you
Thinkin you getting head
But she's just duckin so they can snipe you
Movin from state to state
Runnin everything from guns to trains
And pushing packs from eight to eight
You know I can't say her name
But she was a looker
Pretty thing such a shame
How this life has took her
Now she's raising hell in the cell
No more his are hollering
You might suffer the same
Fate if you repeat the following
Sell *** use ***
Get caught up in the mix
End up locked up or dead in a casket
That's it
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta