the way some cats they get they cash fuk around have a gun in ur face tied up and they whoopin ur ass man, most cats they dont play cuz their mom get high i can still recall the day i saw a gangsta cry man under the hot sun young cats they buk wit hot guns fat ones man if u sellin dis u better the know the consequence shit walk just like army ants ya man let me barrow that please home boy dont b no snitch put this business b4 that fine bitch here go a classy tale a mutha fuka just got out of jail slipped up on some major mail then went back to jail on major bail yo man most cats they dont play cuz their mom get high i can still recall the day i saw a gangsta cry dont b no perpatrator fuk around b on a respirator goin up to heaven on a escalator cuz they sent u to hell on a ellavator yo rite in front of corner stores with the 4 5 slugs some might say its unity but their aint no luv crack a smile like a beer bottle dont worry bout the bullet cuz it feels hollow keep ur foot on the gas throttle thez motha fukas aint no role models blow ur mind with an evil disguise wiggin this nigga rite in front of ur eyes were he got shot thats were he lies layin there dead with open eyes blow u over on a street corner its all about that b soda braken arms and shoulders cuz this drama is thick as quotas they busted u and u bust back and just like a whipe u gonna snap back how they gonna fuck with u fuck that kill them all so they dont come back mind state crime rate hell waits but jail baits man if u make a mistake dont even wait but mutha fuker get up outa my face its a dirty loss for a dirty game so mutha fuka its 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 wen i first saw a gangsta cry didnt know didnt ask didnt wonder y it was a trip wen i first saw a gangsta cry didnt know didnt ask didnt wonder y indistructable fuk wit a nigga busted slow ten years seven digits