And you gots de stylin walk

You speak ya gangsta slang

Everytime you talk

Yous a playa

Wit gangsta style

But I know in your heart you wish

You could just lay off for a while

You gettin all caught up

Wit tryin to please de homies in de hood

You ended up doin all the dirty work

When none of ya brothers would

You fearin for your life

Thats why you stayed

Pretending to be big and bad

Playin the game they played

You received your mark of initiation

And finally you were one of de boy

But dat was hardly comparable

To the fear of a guns banging noise

Now yous de killa

Wit your homies in de hood

You done shot your own buddy

Cuz he did summin he never shud

You screamin at night

And the sound dont go away

The sound of you shootin your homie

Because he wuddnt 'play'

You wanna leave ya brothers for good

But you gotta get that outta your head

Cuz if you try n walk out on de brothers

Theys just as soon shoot you dead

Gangsta style aint pretty

Fearin life 24/7

Knowin when you finally die

You aint goin to no heaven

Its too late to get out

Too late to break free

If youre wondering how I know

I know cuz that gangster is me