Gangsta Boo - This Is Personal Lyrics
[project pat]1 - walked up to your houseKnocked on your door and blastKickin down your *****in shitThen snatchin up the massThis is personal *****So we gon leave the cashWhat you niggas want with me?To torture your assRepeat 1[gangsta boo]The blazin sun refers to us as the sun is blindin meBesides infrared wine, hypnotize minds right behindPackin plenty heat for you niggas wit some beefBeef is what I ? to beKeep your mom up off the streetsNever said you were my friend***** this rap, Ill get revengeStick a knife up in your stomachPull it out and stick it in againGhetto kings and queens if you wit me, let me knowPull up off your *****in blunt, hit another line of blowBadder than a school of kids, they just want to *****in seeClicked up with the triple 6, you dont know who youre *****in witNot to play for cheapGot you ? to jbAnd some gas wit your ? ? ? live as you could beTalkin shit about miss lady cuz you think that you the shitBeat you with a *****in bat, dump your body in a ditchGuess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your carIf you open up a door or bump, Ill blow your ass to marsRepeat 1Repeat 1[project pat]Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the backWith the yak, ? paper red, just another black deadWas it dope? nahLove? was they weak and soft?Honey says weed got a nigga sayin ***** a jobKill and robGettin up on some dopeThe mentality of the black maleIf he dies, thats a casualityIt gon be even worser times in the time to comeBigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gunGive me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish *****Motto of a killer when hes out here tryin to take your shitProject spit nothin but the real, so my niggas killWhere Im comin from, south side out the ghetto slumsWith them guns always stayin *****edWhere them killers hangPlayas slangin rocks? ? ? where your niggas bangWhen you sing like canaries doThen you feel my niner slugs comin right through your doorIf you can digRepeat 1Repeat 1
