I’m Just A Gangsta (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Stitches]
I pull out my AK and shoot anythin' movin'
If the FEDS come pick me up I tell them f*ck boys to prove it
Some say I'm out of my mind, some say I'm out of control
This ain't no game, lil' boy: ain't no remote control
I take the flesh off yo face, like I'm Hannibal (I will!)
You got snitch in your blood? I find out now you got a bullet hole
I heard you snitched on your mom, I heard you snitched on yo ho'
I always have a motherf*ckin' feeling in my stomach not to serve you up

[Hook - Stitches]
You ain't got nothin' (Broke!)
Stop all the frontin' (You broke!)
I'm gon' shoot all of my rounds and I miss nothin'
Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!)
Cause I'm a gangsta (You know it!)
And that ain't happen over night I'm just a gangsta (2x)

[Verse 2 - Compton Menace]
Look...
I'm gettin' money and they know that
Got an oldschool with them Cali plates
See I'm on the crime with that pistol on me
Still stuck in my Cali ways
All these n*ggas talkin', but they frightened on me
I see 'em broke but they hatin' on me
Just hit their ass with that real sh*t
Cause I'm a cold n*gga and I don't feel sh*t
Look, everybody wanna f*ck with a real n*gga
Gotta get it goin' and I'm tryna get it
From the booth to the motherf*ckin' kitchen
Killin' game on, never leave a witness
Real sh*t, n*gga, know that I did it
Tell is me, but I'm already fitted
Black Lambo' first one quitted
Make a header when I tell you that it's rented
Got a bad b*tch and she don't talk sh*t
Just get the car when I spark sh*t
We ain't in the club, we won't lost sh*t
Just hoppin' out and I don't park sh*t
See, my n*gga called, I said "pull up"
Gonna make a plan on that hard sh*t
Look, these haters say they pullin', I just tell 'em
[Hook - Stitches]

[Verse 3 - Stitches]
I'm a gangsta with a gangsta grill
Start a problem with me? I put the gun to yo grill
I just chugged the fo' all the lean I need a refill
You got fake in yo blood, what's in my blood is real
Every track I jump on I kill
Call me Stitches: or call me track murderer
Make a diss track about me and I'm gon' have to murder ya
If I don't wanna dirty my hands them bands will take care of ya
And my goons? Will finish the job, bruh
Cause if they don't come back with your motherf*ckin' head Imma be p*ssed (I swear!)
Hit the goons with my fist
I swear about this
I swear on your hood
I'm Stitches, n*gga (You know me)
And I dare somebody that say that I won't pull the trigger

[Hook - Stitches]