text: Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here
  Like uh, niggas always be hollering peace
  You know what Im saying, peace my brother
  Peace this, peace that, you know what Im saying but
  Every time I uh try to get a peace of mind
  Niggas try to get a piece of mine
  So I gotta grab my piece
  Its the return of the gangster, thanks ta
  Them niggas thats on that blow that run up in your crib
  Which contains your lady and an 8 month old
  Child to raise plus you true blue bout this music but
  They do not want to hear it
  Because theyd rather be bouncing and shooting
  And killing and bouncing and shit, get down
  Return of the gangsta, thanks ta
  Them niggas that think you soft and say yall be gospel rappin
  But they be steady clappin when you talk about
  Bitches, and switches, and hoes, and clothes, and weed
  Lets 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 til 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 whats up with Andre?
  Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
  When yall gon break up? When yall gon wake up?
  Nigga Im feelin better than ever whats wrong with you
  You get down!
  Gangsta 
  Ooh 
  Gangsta 
  Ooh 
  Man, a nigga dont want no trouble
  A playa just want to kick back with my gators off
  And watch my lil girl blow bubbles
  But still ready to rhyme, standing my ground never back down
  Willin to rob steal and kill any thang that threatens mine
  But good luck couldnt 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 your side my nigga cause we got gats
  The first nigga to buck is gon be the first nigga we attack
  Dont want that, but it comes though, most of the time when you dont know
  Stickin together like flour and water to make that slow dough
  We worked for everything we have and gon stick up for
  Each other, like we brothers from another mother
  Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
  Strictly for the Caddy lovers
  And never the nut huggin punk motherfuckers
  So quit spreading them rumors
  We aint Club Nouveau
  Gangsta 
  Ooh 
  Gangsta 
  Ooh