Ugh, yeah, yeah, it goes like this, right here, like, uh
Niggas always be hollering peace, you know what I'm sayin'?
Peace, my brother
Peace this, peace that, you know what I'm sayin'?
But everytime I-uh, I try to get a peace of mind
Niggas try to get a piece of mine
(Ooh ooh ooh)
So I gotta grab my piece
It's the return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that's on that blow
That run up in yo' crib which contains
Your lady and an eight month old
Child to raise plus you true blue 'bout this music but
They do not want to hear it because they'd
Rather be bouncin' and shootin' and killin' and bouncin'
And shit, get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that thank y'all soft
And say y'all be gospel rappin'
But they be steady clappin' when you talk about
Bitches and switches and hoes and clothes and weed
Let's talk about time travelin' rhyme javelin
Somethin' mind unravelin' get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas that got them kids
That got enough to buy an ounce
But not enough to bounce them kids to the zoo
Or to the park so they grow up in the dark never
Seein' light so they end up being like yo' sorry ass
Robbin' niggas in broad ass daylight get down
Return of the gangsta thanks ta'
Them niggas who get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is "Big Boi what's up with André?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?"
Nigga, I'm feelin' better than ever, what's wrong with you?
You get down!
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return (yeah)
Man, a nigga don't want no trouble
A player just wanna kick back with my gators off
And watch my lil' girl blow bubbles
But still ready to rhyme
Standin' my ground never back down
Willin' to rob, steal and kill anything that threatens mine
But good luck couldn't be bought, see?
Many a fights had to be fought, G
For a nigga to ride these Vogues
Oh, so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at?
Watch yo' side my nigga 'cause we got gats
The first nigga to buck is gon' be the first nigga we attack
Don't want that but it comes though
Most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water to make that
Slow dough we worked fo' everything we have
And gon' stick up for each other like we
Brothers from another mother
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Strictly for the Caddy lovers and never the
Nut huggin' punk motherfuckers (yeah)
So quit spreading them rumors
We ain't Club Nouveau
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return
Gangsta
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn, return
It's the return, it's the return, 'turn it's the return
It's the return