[Intro: Kelis]

Gangstas, for the gangstas

Gangstas, for the gangstas

Gangstas, for the gangstas

Gangstas, for the gangstas

[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]

Yo, I'm not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote

I'm at the Sixers game, seat close enough to trip Kukoc

Niggas mad tryin to catch me slippin;

But instead I'm out of town, nigga, catch me trippin

I guess I sold out, if they don't see me this winter

The only thing I sold out was the CoreStates Center (Chi-ching)

Its Boo-Bonic, got blocks that stay bouncin'

You got baby weights, six pounds and nine ounces

I'm heavy out here (Woo), get your shit together

Tryin to sell it lightweight like Floyd Mayweather

Wanna hit it like Bonic (and) get it like Bonic

But that'll ever happen, you can't spit it like Bonic

Flow poison like B-B-D

I'm sharp and you VHS, I'm DVD (Suckas)

Motherfuckas ain't lived the life

Playas never commit shit, I did your wife

Come on

[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass

I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class

But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and the white will do

Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do

Plus my whole crew, but no, not you

'Cause you a sucka

[Verse 2: Mr. Man]

I'm T-I-G-H-T

You can ask Michael Jackson who B-A-D

You see, I'm a thriller, gangsta cat peeler

Take trips, squad out each, others scared to feel 'em, nigga

Top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin

Cars they never used, our whips is grand spankin'

Mister got 'em thinkin, ask yourself

See who got the coke, the guns, who profit

You take the pack, no gat, so stop it

Bitch, we got it poppin, out Cali knockin'

I wish, wit a dime ass bitch

You home, in a Datsun wishin' for a 6

While my neck stay froze, reminds me of the road

Hoes, see the ice and they lose control

My chain the main reason last winter was cold

Uh, take precaution when I'm flossin

[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass

I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class

But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and the white will do

Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do

Plus my whole crew, but no, not you

'Cause you a sucka

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

Who wanna see that, cat wit the crown on the P hat?

B-Mac, Philly can y'all be that, see that

Hit where the heat at, see thin sticks where your weed at

Streets and strips where I eat at

Blocks where my heart at, 44 bulldog

Bought back cats where they park at, off that

Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreens, Eckerd's

Mac serve all things, check it

I buck, stank coke move the best at night

And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley Pipes

Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Jennifer Dopez

You know the bucks always gotta fuck wit them cokeheads

Niggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs

And move like cops, only come on TV (Yeah)

Straight up crooks got it honest in 'em

They snatch your earrings since triangles and onyx in 'em

Gangsta!

[Hook: Rosco P. Coldchain]

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass

I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class

But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue

Spend like the rich and the white will do

Hey, that's just me, ain't nothin I can do

Plus my whole crew, but no, not you

'Cause you a sucka

[Outro: Mr. Man & Kelis]

That's right

Uh-huh, who are we?

Uh-huh

What we do

Uh... it's just

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Come on)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Sing it, sing it)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Uh-huh, that's right)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Who we be, who we be)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Tell 'em)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Come on)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Woo!)

Gangstas, for the gangstas (Uh-huh, uh-huh)