Gangsta Boogie

"Gangsta Boogie... Gangsta Boogie"

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Coming through with the heat we got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire that split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit by the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go it's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap it's that "Gangsta Boogie"

You remind me of the man behind the glass
But you won't see pussy God, just fiends & pass
My life is like a fair, my speech is cash
Tracks I light from the ask
Inhale the essence, blow it out then I flick the ash
Plus I'm old fire because my best my last
I'm just a nobody who made it from a small group
Back in the day when Pete first flipped the loops
I was a outcast that outlast most cats
You know these rappers today they kinda go fast
I seen careers go up & down like eyelashes
One album deals then niggas dead exposed caskets
Split my ladies mat (correction?) I kinda hate that
When I know we classic like Marley Marl's a-tracks
When I get the chance I never plan to waste that
Now I'm serving you helping hands to hella payback

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Coming through with the heat we got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire that split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit by the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go it's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap it's that "Gangsta Boogie"

Pimping I'm back, sipping the yack, gripping the stack
Tipping my hat, limping the Lac
Ripping the track, pimping I'm back
And this time I'm hungry for the jackpot
I'm tryna blow at least one junkie in the crackspot
This bread winner spread lead in ya
Ya bled red from the head splitter
It shares from the dead thinner, they should of told you
And said I burnt vocals when letters squirt
Redder skirt, Red Alert, cold blue you either kneel
Or get knocked to the floor, Glock near the sock of the drawer
Locking the door, now I'm on the block owning stock, rockin velour
Shocking I'm sure, forgotten how my pockets is poor
True to the art, rip tools & chew 'em apart
Skip school to rip fools but the student was smart
You will never see a nother nigga like me bruh
To spit a rap to spin ya fitted cap on your caesar
I must the nicest on dusty devices
Lit a dutchie to write this & trust me it's priceless
You wish you wrote this way
I'm A-1, you could hope & pray Jehovah's way
Like a old & gray nun, but it's no chance it's never fair
To slow dance with Fred Astaire with a full head of hair

It's the P with the V from NY to the D
Coming through with the heat we got the "Gangsta Boogie"
And spit fire like a lit wire that split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit by the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never settle for your level
Kept it real-o from the get-go it's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Brush waves beneath the caps plus blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap it's that "Gangsta Boogie"