(This is like a wicked passion) The way some cashier get they cash Fuck around have a gun in yo face Tied up and they whoopin' yo ass Man most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry Man under the hot sun Young cats they buck with hot guns fat ones Man if you sellin' this You better know the consequence shit Walk just like army ants Yeah man let me borrow that Please homeboy don't be no snitch You put this business before that fine bitch Here go a classic tale A motherfucker just got outta jail Slipped up on some major mail Then went back to jail on major bail yo Yo most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry Don't be no perpetrator Fuck around and be on a respirator Going up to heaven on an escalator Cause they sent you to hell on an elevator yo You're right in front of the corner stores with the.45 slug Some might say it's unity but there ain't no love Crack a smile like a beer bottle Don't worry 'bout the bullet cause it feel hollow Keep your foot on the gas throttle These motherfuckers ain't no rolemodels Blow yo mind with an evil disguise Wickin' this nigga right in front of yo eyes Where he got shot that's where he lies Layin' there dead with open eyes Blow you over on a street corner It's all about that B-Soda Breakin' arms and shoulders cause this drama's thick as quotas They bust at you and you bust back They just like a whip you go snap back How they gunna fuck with you fuck that Kill them all so they don't come back Mind state Crime rate Hell waits for jail baits Man if you make a mistake don't even wait But mothafucka get up outa my face It's a dirty loss for a dirty game So mothafucka it's a dirty shame I saw a gangsta cry I saw a gangsta cry I saw a gangsta cry I saw a gangsta cry It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry Didn't know, didn't ask, didn't wonder why It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry Didn't know, didn't ask didn't wonder why Indestructable, fuck with a nigga Grow so slow, ten years seven digits Make a bill with Baxter a broadcasta A painy thang to fake homies laughter?