How U A Gangsta? - Dave East, DJ Holiday

New king of Harlem, baby

5th Ave, what it do

Lexington Ave, what’s up

How you a gangsta?

How you a gangsta?

Not a bone in my body is fake

I don’t need no surprises today

Got myself like, «Who got me today?»

By myself, so I ride with that K

I can’t let 'em fuck up my energy

I won’t let 'em fuck with my energy

I’m sorry lil' bitch, you a memory

That shot hit your taco, you Kennedy

I used to get chicken from Kennedy

These are real Prada, I got 'em from Italy

Homicide, I’ve seen it vividly

Not tryna talk, you is not 'bout to get with me

Niggas dissin', bitches plottin'

Bunch of dead niggas in my pocket

On the dead homies, I got problems

I got my deal, but still a robber

Not tryna go back to my old life

Loc had that work on them, snow white

We got it, come knock at the door twice

Fuck the seats and the bleachers, the floor nice

I blow a check like I hate the money

You want it, my nigga, come take it from me

Relate to money, I relate to money

If you a plate, I could taste the money

Never get out of my zone

I come around she get out of them clothes

I had a bitch, used to powder her nose

I’m up in Louis like, «What time do y’all close?»

Standing on couches with gang members

If you ain’t gang, you can’t hang with us

They be like, «He stay with them same niggas»

I bought her a bag, got the brain quicker

How you a gangster when you went to court and you told them everything you knew?

(everything you knew)

How you gon' diss us when I got my hitters, they watching everything you do?

(watching)

I did it to get out of the hood, on hood, I want everything in blue (on hood)

I was just tryna get paid, all this shit that’s coming, I never knew (aye)

How you a gangster when you went to court and you told them everything you knew?

(rat)

How you gon' diss us when I got my hitters, they watching everything you do?

(them niggas on you)

I did it to get out of the hood, on hood, I want everything in blue (that's on

hood)

I was just tryna get paid, all this shit that’s coming, I never knew

The weight black and white like the Concords

My little French bitch be like, «Bonjour»

I slide through the exit through concords

These not Cartier, these is Tom Fords

More focused on pickups and drop offs

I might pull up in the drop horse

That shit’s not real, that’s a knockoff

This gun in yo' mouth taste like hot sauce

I wonder how much do yo' block cost

I’m usually faded, the feds came and raided, but we cleaned that kitchen with

Pine-Sol

Remember waking up like, «I'm poor»

Quarter pounds is like twelve hundred

If you had a nickle, you could buy 4

You came with money, knock on my door

From the dirt and I’ma die for it

I remember smelling grams cook

My unc' was listening to Sam Cooke

Look my in my eyes, if I hand shook

Familiar with how that blue van look

Familiar with just how that cell smell

I was baggin' up to Hell Rell

Baking soda club, not no Pelle Pelle

You was in the house, LL

How you a gangster when you went to court and you told them everything you knew?

(everything you knew)

How you gon' diss us when I got my hitters, they watching everything you do?

(watching)

I did it to get out of the hood, on hood, I want everything in blue (on hood)

I was just tryna get paid, all this shit that’s coming, I never knew (aye)

How you a gangster when you went to court and you told them everything you knew?

(rat)

How you gon' diss us when I got my hitters, they watching everything you do?

(them niggas on you)

I did it to get out of the hood, on hood, I want everything in blue (that's on

hood)

I was just tryna get paid, all this shit that’s coming, I never knew