Super Gangster

[Intro:]
 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
 [Chorus 2X:]
 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!
 [Chorus w/ ad libs]
 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
 [Chorus w/ ad libs]