NoCap, Boosie Badazz — Gangsta Cryin
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Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin’
He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin’
He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin’
I asked God, «Was it different when a real nigga prayin’?» (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real nigga sinin’?»
Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street nigga famous?»
My nigga say he don’t know who told
All said was «The streets ain’t the same no more»
My other nigga, he went up the road
Ain’t no tellin’ what he thinkin’ when them gates start closin’
The nigga started foldin’, your soul on focus
And them bitches start rollin’, ayy
Your momma need a shoulder
Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders
It’s so hard being famous, when you was nameless
The judge don’t really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya
Thank you lawyer, you so dry, you told ’em «Fuck ’em,» not «Thank you»
That just how real it get
No one can fix that, no one can give it back
You gotta live there, it’s no more real there
It’s five niggas in your cell, you gotta shit there
You layin’ down, thinkin’ ’bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears
He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin’
He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin’
He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin’
I asked God, «Was it different when a real nigga prayin’?» (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real nigga sining?»
Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street nigga famous?»
My gangstas throwin’ fours
‘Fore we was street famous, ain’t nobody broke the code
‘Member we was all smiles when we got our first load
Now you dead and it’s heavy on my soul, free the guys, main
Judge lookin’ at me full of hate, I just smile, main
Cryin’ up inside ’cause I’m finna leave my child, main
FN on me, can’t let ’em down
Money ain’t changed me, it just changed the people ’round me, facts
Get your ‘spect times four, had to bleed that nigga
Shed a tear for Corey Miller, I ain’t wanna leave that nigga (C)
He rap, she rap, we rap, but my shit different
I put a nigga up in tears (Boosie shit hit different)
They killed Live and they killed the whole cause (3 dead)
Guess when ya famous, niggas shootin’ for your heart (Shit, yeah)
After the funeral, his lil’ brother killed hisself
Now you see, that’s it’s different when a gangsta nigga cryin’
He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin’
He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin’
He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin’
I asked God, «Was it different when a real nigga prayin’?» (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real nigga sining?»
Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street nigga famous?»
