| Lyrics: | [Intro: Fat Joe]
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
shit
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two nigga
play me like..
Nah, I ain't got no bullets
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Top two for five, three
for five, we rollin!
[Fat Joe]
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, nigga like exercise
Joe been over quarter five dope and
homicide
Long before Charlie got knocked, until Madonna died
Young and not givin a fuck
There ain't a nigga I ain't hit when I buck and left 'em shit 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 shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
elected me
[Chorus: children singing]
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My
daddy was a gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta
I wanna be a gangsta
My daddy was a gangsta
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less
we rhyme time we see her do it again-a |
