Got a problem, I can solve
Yea I'm down for the cause
My shot-gun is a sod off
I blast your ass using my songs
Like a virgin daiquiri you think it's sweet not me
Born in the city of the GD, BD, VL, and the Latin Kings
Who really gangsta the bangers or the kids that made it out without joining these
The ones with targets on they backs for moving solo like they young kings
The ones that defended themselves against Roseland for be 6'4" and light skinned
I represent the niggas that beat the statistics again and again
The ones that cops pull over hoping they got one, but my records clean
So that make up some shit like an illegal turn, and I'm like my nigga please
Yea that's me
That's who I be
The one that fighting through his nails and through his teeth
Against his home, against his hood, and the powered that be
So what do you see when you look at me
Is it fear or a killer instinct
Is it guilt or is it just a G
Is it a nigga or African King
If you're a thug please explain to me
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or survivors of anguish
Now I'm the type to tell Superman he needs to go on and pass Lois Lane
I teach her some trick, and let the hood hit, then that nigga can have her again
I'll tell wolverine he's a bitch, weak as f*ck, and he's a f*cking slave
I'll tell Iron man he's a dumb ass and his suit is made of aluminum plates.
I'll tell Bat Man he's the creep and tell all the parents to keep there kids away.
I'll tell the Hulk he's a big kid and he's throwing tantrums in every way
You think I'm scare to be honest? Hell naw nigga, I do all that nowadays
I'm the aggressor, I'm the teacher, I'm making all of the powerful plays
I'm an asshole, I'm a real nigga, I'm a f*cking renegade
I am the hope in every little black boy that has anger in his veins
I had to fight alone, I know what they on
I'm the one that will save the day
I'll never give up, I don't give a f*ck, I ain't ever gonna change
Now somebody tell me...
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
David Collum II - Who Really Gangsta Lyrics
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Got a problem, I can solve
Yea I'm down for the cause
My shot-gun is a sod off
I blast your ass using my songs
Like a virgin daiquiri you think it's sweet not me
Born in the city of the GD, BD, VL, and the Latin Kings
Who really gangsta the bangers or the kids that made it out without joining these
The ones with targets on they backs for moving solo like they young kings
The ones that defended themselves against Roseland for be 6'4" and light skinned
I represent the niggas that beat the statistics again and again
The ones that cops pull over hoping they got one, but my records clean
So that make up some shit like an illegal turn, and I'm like my nigga please
Yea that's me
That's who I be
The one that fighting through his nails and through his teeth
Against his home, against his hood, and the powered that be
So what do you see when you look at me
Is it fear or a killer instinct
Is it guilt or is it just a G
Is it a nigga or African King
If you're a thug please explain to me
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or survivors of anguish
Now I'm the type to tell Superman he needs to go on and pass Lois Lane
I teach her some trick, and let the hood hit, then that nigga can have her again
I'll tell wolverine he's a bitch, weak as f*ck, and he's a f*cking slave
I'll tell Iron man he's a dumb ass and his suit is made of aluminum plates.
I'll tell Bat Man he's the creep and tell all the parents to keep there kids away.
I'll tell the Hulk he's a big kid and he's throwing tantrums in every way
You think I'm scare to be honest? Hell naw nigga, I do all that nowadays
I'm the aggressor, I'm the teacher, I'm making all of the powerful plays
I'm an asshole, I'm a real nigga, I'm a f*cking renegade
I am the hope in every little black boy that has anger in his veins
I had to fight alone, I know what they on
I'm the one that will save the day
I'll never give up, I don't give a f*ck, I ain't ever gonna change
Now somebody tell me...
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Yea I'm down for the cause
My shot-gun is a sod off
I blast your ass using my songs
Like a virgin daiquiri you think it's sweet not me
Born in the city of the GD, BD, VL, and the Latin Kings
Who really gangsta the bangers or the kids that made it out without joining these
The ones with targets on they backs for moving solo like they young kings
The ones that defended themselves against Roseland for be 6'4" and light skinned
I represent the niggas that beat the statistics again and again
The ones that cops pull over hoping they got one, but my records clean
So that make up some shit like an illegal turn, and I'm like my nigga please
Yea that's me
That's who I be
The one that fighting through his nails and through his teeth
Against his home, against his hood, and the powered that be
So what do you see when you look at me
Is it fear or a killer instinct
Is it guilt or is it just a G
Is it a nigga or African King
If you're a thug please explain to me
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or survivors of anguish
Now I'm the type to tell Superman he needs to go on and pass Lois Lane
I teach her some trick, and let the hood hit, then that nigga can have her again
I'll tell wolverine he's a bitch, weak as f*ck, and he's a f*cking slave
I'll tell Iron man he's a dumb ass and his suit is made of aluminum plates.
I'll tell Bat Man he's the creep and tell all the parents to keep there kids away.
I'll tell the Hulk he's a big kid and he's throwing tantrums in every way
You think I'm scare to be honest? Hell naw nigga, I do all that nowadays
I'm the aggressor, I'm the teacher, I'm making all of the powerful plays
I'm an asshole, I'm a real nigga, I'm a f*cking renegade
I am the hope in every little black boy that has anger in his veins
I had to fight alone, I know what they on
I'm the one that will save the day
I'll never give up, I don't give a f*ck, I ain't ever gonna change
Now somebody tell me...
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the niggas they hated
Who really gangsta
Who really gangsta
Is it the bangers
Or the survivors of anguish
Writer: David Collum II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid