super gangster

i.v. this shit is hot like the old jail music

i might as well go in

i'm a super gangster

g'd up extra

stretch you out plus the nigga you're next ta

weeded up

liquored out

on a crate real late

four-fifth is out

i'll let you know if it's a drought or them bricks is out

the dominicans got 'em but the columbians shipped 'em out

know the big time hustlers

all of the drug smugglers

3-card molly niggaz

crooked card shufflers

even though the o's on the hoes stroll

ex-baseheads that got a job

now they got 'em the soul glo

know all of the stick-up kids

dice shooters

old school niggaz that chill and light buddha

niggaz that cop cars and throw work in the engine

boys that do nothin but buy sneakers and denim

i know niggaz that get drunk at the bar

and the young boys who keep the handgun and the pump in the car

up in the hood

it's a lot of gangs and gangsters

but i'm a super gangster

i super grind

i'm tryin to get super paper

told you i'm a super gangster

kick it with the o.g.'s and the parolees

light a blunt with 'em

tell 'em put out a stogie

the young boys that'll kill yo' ass over a roley

maybe even a fossil; them niggaz is hostile

some hoe-ass bitches that bag crack

throwed up in they ass crack

leave with they bags packed

go where you tell 'em to go

the o.g. number man who sniff a little blow off the federal note

the white boy that'll sell you a boat

get your papers cleared up

old church lady that'll tell you it's hope

the politician that'll tell you to vote

and my jail niggaz that always get it in

with a sock and the soap

what!

i'm a super gangster

i fly off haze

i'm invisible

nobody ain't seen me in days

i'll crush every bone in you

i ain't get paid

got a gun with a laser that shoot out grenades

i'm a super gangster

better ask the hood

all i need is some gloves and a mask

i'm good

i'll rob everything i could

anytime i can

is s.p. the super gangster? yes i am