Gangsta - Onyx

You my wife with no papers

My gangsta bitch

The first time i got caught

You to shank the bitch

ain’t scared to get down

she’ll bust off rounds

smoke a Newport

cut me half, bust me down

catch me looking at anotha chick

she cuse me out

dead serious

but at times she act silly

jump out the truck at the light

to get the dutch

rolling it up chasing down ice cream trucks

i waited half an hour for your hair to get braided

she leaving dirty messages on three way pagers

thought her how to roll cello and spit razors

she hit triple six first time out in vegas

she neva got shook when the feds

knocked down the door

she hid the coke

a scared chic would of flushed it raw

and we could live it up eat lobster and shrimp

or get grimy with a quarter bag of potatoe chips

Chours:

Cuz it’s straight gangsta

staight gangsta (straight gangsta)

gangsta

I need a down chic

that wouldn’t mind loading the clip

and that wouldn’t blow her mind

if i showed her a brick

in and outta the grind

with a focus for chips

blowing for one time

with her controling the wip

re-up for me and make sure she double the flip

she a sophistocated thug bitch

that move her hips

she catch you for your setup

when you move ya shit

but most of the time she throw

the cold shoulders to guys

smoke in the ride

hooded low

over her eyes

she know she a dime

baby nine strapped to her thighs

gotta be live

help me count doe in a five

and when i’m gone for weeks on them O.T.

moves

she don’t trip

she’s a gangsta

she knows the rules

giving me hell

that’s not sumthing i am hoping to loose

and GOD forbid

I slip up and land in jail

my murda mommy put the house up to make the bail

(come on)

Behind a real nigga

is a real bitch

they lied to me see my bitch

she walk right beside of me

i been in situations

seen her ride for me she lick my gun wounds

even did my time with me ain’t nothing she can’t have

i get that girl everything

tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings

are you that chic

do you rep Sticky?

we split it down the middle everything

fourty

sixty

are you that chic for rich

or poor

the only one i eat out

the only one i hit raw

keep you covered in ice

til you start shiverin

baby phat gucci

thugged out

in pink timberlands

me and her we like bonnie and clyde

i hold the heat and the money and

she drive the ride

she make other bitches mad

cuz she more bitch than they ever been

it’s the beautiful, intellegent, talented, trama, heroin

count bills with me you’ll kill for me when the blood shed tears

you still with me cuz you real with me smoke five with me look the judge in the eye

straight lie for me