Released: January 1, 2012
Songwriter: Gucci Mane
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 1]
All gangsters toe strap to this
Pussies in the club get slapped to this
Sucka ass niggas don’t rock to this
And if you ain’t a real nigga don’t play my dis
I’m Gucci Mane LaFlare I’ll blast the bitch
Then put me on the stand I’mma plead the fifth
I’mma merc' this track here on the script
Studio gangsters, don’t rock with them
He say he know me, but I don’t rock with him
And my partner know I keep my chopper, pimp
I’m silverback gorilla you're just a chimp
Better yet you’re a chump (?) —Sgucci!
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 2]
All the greatest (?) niggas move bricks to this
Zone Six niggas hit licks to this
Rich squad niggas toe strap the shit
This rubber spit quotes (?) are not accurate
Gucci Mane swag immaculate
I’m hard to figure out like calculus
My enemy pussy (?) like Malcolm X
To get to the top I got to get
You get in my way, then your head I’ll hit
With a hollow tip, nigga, I hardly miss
Niggas diss me, but I don’t (?) to this
I’ll pistol whip a nigga till his skull is split —Gucci!
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 3]
Now I’m a take me back to my old ways
Running around think like the old days
Hit my lick playing The O Jay’s
Me and OJ, twin AKs
Do you really think I’m dead, man?
And I ain’t got hollow top lead, man?
Four shots all in your chest, man
Fuck around on that Cris', man
Talking all that fake talky-talk
That’s how you got your wack start
In my Phantom coupe just laughing
Me giving y’all a thought is the last thing
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Outro]
Shout out my nigga, Walker
My nigga, Woo
My nigga, Juice
My nigga, Frenchy
My nigga, Yody
Lil Joe
My brother, Duke
Lil Nate
Whole Alabama
Whole East Atlanta
Memphis
Garden (?)
Shawty, on the West Side
My nigga, Ten on the south side
My nigga, Drawers
My nigga, Pat
What’s happening?
It’s Gucci, nigga
Burr!
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 1]
All gangsters toe strap to this
Pussies in the club get slapped to this
Sucka ass niggas don’t rock to this
And if you ain’t a real nigga don’t play my dis
I’m Gucci Mane LaFlare I’ll blast the bitch
Then put me on the stand I’mma plead the fifth
I’mma merc' this track here on the script
Studio gangsters, don’t rock with them
He say he know me, but I don’t rock with him
And my partner know I keep my chopper, pimp
I’m silverback gorilla you're just a chimp
Better yet you’re a chump (?) —Sgucci!
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 2]
All the greatest (?) niggas move bricks to this
Zone Six niggas hit licks to this
Rich squad niggas toe strap the shit
This rubber spit quotes (?) are not accurate
Gucci Mane swag immaculate
I’m hard to figure out like calculus
My enemy pussy (?) like Malcolm X
To get to the top I got to get
You get in my way, then your head I’ll hit
With a hollow tip, nigga, I hardly miss
Niggas diss me, but I don’t (?) to this
I’ll pistol whip a nigga till his skull is split —Gucci!
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Verse 3]
Now I’m a take me back to my old ways
Running around think like the old days
Hit my lick playing The O Jay’s
Me and OJ, twin AKs
Do you really think I’m dead, man?
And I ain’t got hollow top lead, man?
Four shots all in your chest, man
Fuck around on that Cris', man
Talking all that fake talky-talk
That’s how you got your wack start
In my Phantom coupe just laughing
Me giving y’all a thought is the last thing
[Hook]
You know I’m a gangster
So danger’s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber
And I’m dizzy when I’m anger
I‘ll put you in the paper
I’ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica
It die down, I'll be back later
[Outro]
Shout out my nigga, Walker
My nigga, Woo
My nigga, Juice
My nigga, Frenchy
My nigga, Yody
Lil Joe
My brother, Duke
Lil Nate
Whole Alabama
Whole East Atlanta
Memphis
Garden (?)
Shawty, on the West Side
My nigga, Ten on the south side
My nigga, Drawers
My nigga, Pat
What’s happening?
It’s Gucci, nigga
Burr!