Yeah, yeah it goes like this right here

Like uh, n*ggas always be hollerin',"Peace"

You know what I'm sayin', "Peace my brother"

Peace this, peace that, you know what I'm sayin' but

Every time I, uh, try to get a peace of mind

N*ggas try to get a piece of mine

So I gotta grab my piece

[Verse 1: André 3000]

It's the return of the gangster, thanks ta'

Them n*ggas that's on that blow that run up in your 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 bouncing and shooting

And killing and bouncing and sh*t, get down

Return of the gangsta, thanks ta'

Them n*ggas that think y'all soft and say y'all be gospel rappin'

But they be steady clappin' when you talk about

B*tches, 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 n*ggas 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' n*ggas in broad-ass daylight, get down

Return of the gangsta, thanks ta'

Them n*ggas who get the wrong impression of expression

Then the question is, Big Boi, what's up with Andre?

Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?

When y'all gon' break up? When y'all gon' wake up?

N*gga, I'm feelin' better than ever, what's wrong with you

You get down!

[Chorus]

Gangsta (it's the return, it's the return–turn–turn–turn)

Ooh (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn, it's the return, return)

Gangsta (It's the return–turn, it's the return–turn)

Ooh (It's the return, it's the return–turn–turn)

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

Man, a n*gga don't want no trouble

A playa just wanna 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 couldn't be bought, see

Many a fights had to be fought, G

For a n*gga to ride these Vogues

Oh, so close to the sidewalk to be gawked at

Watch your side, my n*gga, 'cause we got gats

The first n*gga to buck is gon' be the first n*gga we attack

Don't want that, but it comes though

Most of the time when you don't 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 motherf*ckers (Yeah)

So quit spreading them rumors

We ain't Club Nouveau (Know that)

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]