Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Chasin dreams that just wont get caught by sellin coke
Tryin to reach millionaire status and think professional wit a head full of love-boat
Constantly on edge, 4 fifth gripped in a tense precaution
Lookin over my shoulder is second nature, trust me shyt comes often
Like the crack fiends and the female gold diggers
Out for the green backs and what they can get out a nigga
These streets is stressful they tryin to tear me apart
But i got a chest full of thug blood pumpin my heart
Seen it all first hand what the game do wit its twists and turns of life
From shoot outs to crap games and things that go bump in the night

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Playin my position as a deadbeat dad, I was only settin the standard
It was already ordained for that lil nigga to be a bastard
Females of all races talking bout "play your part, pay child support or do the time."
I was like "You wrong hoe, I was strapped. Two magnums tight, that lil nigga aint mine."
Blind to the facts I refused to realize
My so-called homies is fake undercover jakes wit snake eyes

But damn it sure do feel good being a gangsta

Cause when it comes down to it, i'll pull it and my so-called homie wont
See he was beefin with this dude so i pulled the pistol and now he like "No don't!"
I'm like "damn soldier, you gotta let me know where you stand
See my loyalty to these streets and my homies go hand in hand"
Affiliated with this so-called thug
My mind now flippin back over times where for my homie i would've shed blood
I would've took those powder burns in my chest copper hollow tips ingested in my flesh
Just so my homie wont be put to rest
But he betrayed me, He betrayed me in front of this nigga i don't even know
And this nigga reason for beefin with my homie was prolly good a gold
But i don't fold flip sides and back down like a bitch
I cock back no remorse and empty the clip

Damn it feels good being a gangsta

Now i gotta sit upstate
My shoulders strong hold the weight
look up gangsta see my face
cause over fake niggaz i elevate
But all the realness of reality shook my life
Dudes two times my size in the jail i had to fight without a knife
I proved my stripes, I earned my gangsta, just respect my gangsta

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta

Penitentiary chances now i gotta grip that steel
Holding it close the game is kill or be killed
and i cant be stagnant
Dont wanna run around like the rest of these niggaz attracted to faggots like magnets
See my life is unique, and im a gangsta at heart
Wont let the state or these conniving ass niggaz tear me apart
But its a shame how they shut down a real nigga empire
All cause one fake, phony, sucka ass, snitch nigga wanna testify
But im hood, im good im still str8
But if i wouldve seen the path of a gangsta beforehand trust me i wouldve went the other way

In the long run, it still feels good being a gangsta