Artist: Billy Cook f/ Chamillionaire, Archie Lee Album: The Truth Song: Claimin They Gangsta Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) These niggaz think they gangsta, (Koopa) Gangsta-gangsta, (Chamillitary mayn) (Billy Cook, good looking out nigga) [Hook - 2x] These niggaz, claiming they gangsta They steady, claiming they down But when my click come around, these niggaz shutting they mouth Cause they know, it's going down [Chamillionaire] Koopa shows lips are close, pistol in the big whip it shows Rolling with the big fifth exposed, but don't you got the fo' fifth fa sho When the camera's off then your gangsta's off, I hear you boys with that gangsta talk But that talk is just in your head, isn't more than just gangsta thoughts If you ever give that a try, tell the doctor to patch your eye Send you flying right at the sky, gravitating like a NASA flight Cubic zirconia, pretend they real but these niggaz is fake Koopa ya knowing ya, really don't need to get it appraised Not me cause I'm authentic, when beef come then I'm calm in it If he talking that gangsta talk, then I hope that boy meant it Yeah it'll really really show, you ain't gangsta and your whole city know For really though a silly hoe, would be missing like me and one video [Hook - 2x] [Billy Cook] See I'm missing in a video, I'm missing on the radio Call me the true, missing link to the puzzle yo Why these suckers, claiming gangsta When they clowns in bright suits, wearing girls that ain't gangsta Real G's ball, fake pimps fall Why you try to show us love now, cause we on TV now I'm an R&B gangsta, rich boy slash thug My rims outside, on 80 spokes on dubs I got my own money dummy, VVS's in my necklace Slabbed out looking good, and plates say Texas I'm iced out by the ice king, Triple T And Jay-D, B.M.G. on a sneak everybody know me Billy Cook Superstar, I'm the truth in the booth The Iverson of R&B, and I love to bang Screw And ghetto dreams, and diamond rings Call me, the ice king [Hook - 2x] [Archie Lee] Now where the gangstas at, cause everybody ain't gangsta They claiming they set, but they ain't round when it's danger So how you banging homie, if you ain't slanging homie I keep one, up in the chamber homie I got niggaz on my team, that's ready for beef And we some hardheads, so we heavy in the streets So if you come through the hood, tuck your charm and chain Cause every nigga on the block, known for popping them thangs And if we copping them thangs, then it's guns or bricks nigga And if we cocking them thangs, you better run or get hit nigga They call me Hitman, for the way I spit man Street credibility, got a nigga sick man And fuck being a role model, the 40 hold hollows Put holes in you, bout the size of Coke bottles We save the games, for the clowns And when my click come around, you know that it's going down [Hook - 2x]