Pranksta lyrics

Artist  : Fredro Starr 
Song : Pranksta



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 [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

You know it gotta be gangsta

When Other Peoples Money in the place

You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya
face

You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya
face

If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your
waist

You don't really wanna hear the glock echo

Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through
ya Ecko

Look, before this rap shit, we all was
glockin

On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin

Waitin til them semi-autos poppin

My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on
n' poppin

Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha

Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha

Back in the V throw the toast away

Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away

Before the sirens is comin

My niggaz be runnin

Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin

And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't
want it

We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin

You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really
want it



[Verse 2: Begetz]

Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the
Tuly

That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a
coofy

Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya
huptee

If I'm outta shells you get the back of the
Uzi

Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the
Nina

If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya

Want heat? I can get ya a fevea

Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata

A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya

Yall get sticked in the freeza

Body wrapped up in the plastic

Just like the clothes y'all get from the
cleanas

Lotta lables out here think they dick in the
dirt

Til I leave em face down with they dick in the
dirt

I just started spittin and the begging and
gettins won't stop

Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you
spittin, you drop

And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you
not

You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you
shot



[Verse 3: X-Million]

I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta

But I'm in and out of courts steady

Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy

I'm from the hood where shots get traded like
Maberry

Or we can put the guns down get your jaw
ready

For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet
beds

Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs

Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick

Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been
dead

I'm on video rollin with po-po

Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan
logo

Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the
trunk

Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt

You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500

Not a mile on it, gully I want it

Put 100 thou on it nigga

And I ain't gangsta?