American Pranksta (feat. Diddybopdaboss) Video (MV)

If you wanted it, we're back with another one, Jack
Let's go
Let me tell you something
American gangsters, I oppose that

F*ck Frank Lucas, I don't promote rats
Childhood friends, out here with gold caps
Paperwork parties, know how to decode that
Your friends is your friends till they ain't no more

He was tough last week, now he ain't no more
Think of this
If your top shooter was a C.I., you pillow talk
Your main bitch in your B.I., you braggadocious

Talk about all of this doe shit
Your man need bail while you buying his ho shit
Nigga, f*ck your sister, then tell on your brother
I seen niggas in USP that'll tell on they mother

I had niggas that snitched on me that I never did crimes with
While they outside perpetrating, throwing up slime shit
Old man Muta that I did time with
Did 37 years taught me never to sign shit

Dig this, I'm two times around this motherf*cker
I'm strong, I get through time around this motherf*cker
Talk my business, preaching crime around this motherf*cker
In that case, I get you lined around this motherf*cker

I been outside, I started a booster
And I'm still outside, they respecting the shooter
And pop, he still throw me work, he know I'm a mover
I'm a shine boy, everything icy, I'm a jeweler

I slide through, they look mad, but what that face about
I'm in this rape, all these stars, I look spaced out
They ain't mad cause my bag threw that case out
Now they on a stake out, even at the steak house

But we better do, different type of revenues
Why you think I keep yelling splurge
You ain't get the news
I'm in my bag, getting money, I'm in a good mood

Short temper, stand back, don't have me blow a fuse
I was smoking, I was drinking, I was thinking bout it
I knock a nigga off and don't think about it
Fake tough guys that tell and don't think about it

Try and trick me out my game, I had to think about it
Cause they'll tell you that they gang and they tell you they honest
Till you catch a case, they the ones telling you honest
Some do it for fun, some do it for dollars

Still 44 mag, ain't none of this promise