Nah, I Ain't A Gangsta (based on a true story ahahahahahha)

[Krit!cal]

A bitch came up to me once, while I was havin' a Henny,
With my homies down in the club, we all was holdin' a semi.
So she sits on the sofa with us, lookin' all loose,
And starts that starfucker's talk, kinda tryin' to choose/
Which one of us she gon' grind, says she got lotta girlfriendz,
So fuckin' desperate to shag, like tonight the world endz.
It was so easy for me to get that babygirl laid,
But when she asked 'are you gangstaz?', I turned serious and said:/
'Aight; last week I had that mothafucka talkin' shit,
He came up to me sayin' that I can't flow, can't spit.
Next thing he knew - he was in the bushes, bleedin' to death,
Body's broken in 20 places, tryin' to catch a fuckin' breath./
See, my bitch? I'm quite serious when it comes to talkin',
Another faggot who started on me didn't continue walkin'.
I'm nice, you know, only if they're nice back,
Another sucker who talked got his neck twice cracked./
But hey, fuck it, forget it, I'm cool, you know what I'm sayin?
Nah, I ain't a gangsta, babygirl, I'm just playin'.


I swear down that's what I said
Peace
Krit!cal

[D-vadd]

alright, needs work