You'z A Ganxta

(album: Rhythm-Al-Ism - 1998)

Siide! Oh no, it's '98 y'all & we got some new shit
What we say? Yes ha ha fade the world in this motherfucker
that's right oh, check it out

[1]
Fuck what ya heard baby I'm DJ Quik
whether on T.V. or in these streets I'm still the shit
I went from drinking eight ball and making demos
to drinking Hennessey & Chivas Regal in the back of the limo
Getting my issue in life you can't hate that
and when I tell you about yo' self nigga you can't take that
'cause y'all be cross fading if you don't understand
you got a side and I got one but you be crossing
over here to see what's in my hand
Yeah but that's cool too I gets my money on the double
that's what I do hitting them brown bubbles and avoiding trouble
hoes to choose with nothing to lose
& a million mothafuckas wanna be in my shoes
But you don't understand, beyond the parties & cheer
I been broke my whole career breaking bread with my peers
bought a '96 Impala the new SS
before the 20,000 mile mark I gave it to Sid
I could never bust a new shoe if my nephews ain't got 'em
Fila Jumpman Cortez yeah I'm coming out the pocket
for my homies in the 'hood up on it when I'm around
'cause there's a difference between being a thug & being down now

[Chorus]
Bang bang boogie da bang da bang boogie to da
boogie bang boogie da bang fuck what you saying nigga
You's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!
No I'm not!
Nigga you's a gangsta!

[2]
Just 'cause I kick it with killers don't mean that I do it
my occupation's a musician & I'm staying true to it
I went from being a rider to being a provider
while I was straddling the fence trying not to hit the divider
Just an impressionable human being trying to do right
every now & then I get my manhood tested in fights
like I used to have a beef with this cat named Eiht
and his homies approached me at the club El Rey
What was I to do I'm on stage & I'm doing my thang
and this nigga's out in the crowd trying to hoo' bang
giving it up for his homies & set tripping too
but he wasn't from Rolling 60's more like Tragney
I wonder what's his problem what he trying to say
Is this business personal or just Fuck Quik Day?
I approached him like a man & not like a nut
he turned around & put his drink down & straight knuckled up
In the dark club punches is flying all around
and even though it was me & him the rumors went 'round
and said I killed somebody now how that sound
How could I stomp somebody to death that's bigger than me
and I'm just a hundred & fifty five pounds tell me

[Chorus]

[3]
See some don't realize the power of lyrics
'cause when you rap about death you talking to spirits
You see you can say the things that can help us all ball
or you can say things that make it bad for us all
fix the problem the only way is come to the source
don't be a Trojan Horse help us change the course
everybody knows that it's bad in the 'hood
so check what you rapping about if it ain't to the good
I did my part a long time ago I changed my views
ain't no gang banging & slanging just hanging with trues
give it up to my Creator & that you can quote
but mothafuckas still see me as a scapegoat
yeah like that night when Biggie died at Quincy Jones spot
like 400 other people yeah I heard some shots
broke away with the crowd nervous obviously
& the mothafuckas blamed it on me
What the hell!?!

[Chorus]

Check it out this song is dedicated to the two most prolific writers
in rap music history Tupac Shakur & the Notorious B.I.G.
It's also dedicated to the little homie from 60's
that lost his life at that party
Rest in peace y'all
And to MC Eiht when you get yo' head together maybe we can do a record feel me I'm out

Bang bang ['til fade]