Lloyd Banks If You So Gangsta Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 f___s bout what a bird say (uh)
Playboy gon' do tings er way (whoo)
Im Raps Lebron Teflon Don (uh)
Baggettes On Arm (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I'd sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? b____ GET THE DOCTA!

[Chorus]

If You So Gangsta...
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta...
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta...
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta...
Why n____s know you for that in the streets, so well?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Now every now and then a new kid got win
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I'm him (sorry)
In my new tan Chucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide Grin
While ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a n____ a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to j__an to attract new fans
Let em' get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them n____s in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain't from Atlanta but I'll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' f___a)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It's a b____ sayin something slick (slick)...But you can suck my d___ (d___)
Im grade A n____ you don't know who ya f___in wit (uh)
They'll run up on ya a__ , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a pumpkin get
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain't the type that's desperate
I model with diamonds now you can call me "Icin" Bedford
My down b____ holds the metal
She got a c__e bottle figure and an a__ that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain't even almost rich
They f___in yo a__ like the models in my p___o flicks (broke n____)
Therefore you can't afford no six
So before you hop your a__ on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don't house warm not b____
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more d___s (hah)

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