Artist: Troy Ave f/ Avon Blocksdale, King Sevin Album: BSB. Vol. 2 (Mixtape) Song: Heaven For a Gangsta Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you What you sellin huh? And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you We ain't buying what you sellin [Verse 1] A nigga almost caught a federal charge working that federal job Got my foot in the door got my niggas involved Went 4 5 for the week then 6k for a job I was phoning in gills call me young Steve Jobs If you coming with 50 we gon' need 10 of that And if it's over a hundred my nigga you do the math And they dealing in cash so my niggas buying and cheat And I was fucking the stewardess my niggas flying for free Wish I could get more of that but I'm a leave it at that You crackers came from you boy Was trying to leave me to rot Federal investigations had to keep it intact See I was dodging them bullets like I was Neo and black Wish I was caught in the Matrix but I'm just stating the facts They have surveillance and statements and they was dating it back I wasn't playing with that I got the fuck out of dodge Told them niggas come and catch me when they placing charge [Chorus] And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you What you sellin huh? And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you We ain't buying what you sellin [Verse 2] My name Block I'm a dealer out the dope game And I hang with some niggas out the low game Me and the streets we got a special romance I'm on them everyday coughing like an old nigga Toe toes blow smoke and get dough Got some glocks with fully extendo Starts blowing through that cartridge just like playing nintendo Hear me clearly there's nothing that fear me Got a chrome tech 9 I suggest you should fear me Coke rise of pit, Scotty if you don't know Picky inside the zip, number to let you know And fuck a microwave I'm old school With the coffee pot so top doing rag through the string Drop a ten and talk to traitors how you cap through me Speak that hit the back don't get out for free Flip a coin to be turning your faith Either way fuck you that ass whiping your taste And don't forget to gank a bust on your face Straight pass, mad shells, flee pursuing no trace And don't forget to gank a bust in your face Straight pass, mad shells, flee pursuing no trace [Chorus] And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you What you sellin huh? And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you We ain't buying what you sellin [Verse 3] I'm a king on these streets reigning supreme on this bitch I speak the lingo of bitch when I go in they go preach Pass a paddle for dough digging dick for the hoes Money all for bitches and foes put a price on your head and get sow Bought my hood to the world Troy Ave in this bitch Bought my rollie with pearl facing this briss Say it's hot on the lips turn the paper or bricks Heavy weight on my belts made by Louie and Fen But my pants still sag 'cause in my pockets is plenty I protected with sammy all the madic extendi You be chip to a clip make the movie the emmy How he pounding in the motherfucker oh MJ