Lyrics:
you got whacked, everybody knew the rules"
[MC Eiht]
Nigga get ready cause you can't hang
with the psycho motherfucker who slangin these gangsta thangs
by the, realest niggaz to what they plannin
Who once thought you vanished, like a corps remainin
You on the Ave with your weak mens frontin
When you
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
Yeah (what?)
I'm kickin' it for real with B Real (yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Yo, Marc, kick that fly gangsta shit, uh
Blowed away, flowin' away
blasted twice
why'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he
Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
to hear that
(Oh it's like that, huh?)
Like that, like that
Chorus
[Mo B. Dick]
When I'm flossin on these ghetto streets
Can't see how I get stopped by
ATL to LA all day and philly philly
See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas
Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south
Everything, except his tank top and his training bra
Ain't he raw? Yeah mainiac, that's Shady dog
Man that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he dog
Shady dog, what
Cause a nigga been drinkin that muthafuckin XO
Haha!
I guess they really didn't care how famous he is
Cause every time I hit the mic I kick gangsta
and it's all gravy
Snatchin your girl, burnin out in my Mercedes
On buttons, say nothin, gangsta struttin did it all
Watchin me when I hit the door
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker.
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood.
Always up to no good.
I
the past
Make a fast dash for the cash be gangsta leaning on your ass
Twenties and tens, its all about making ends
No need to sin to uplift a California
of metaphoric phrases
Too complex for the human eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna taste a sample?
Out of control,
need to be poppin'
Bust a you-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what I'm sayin' 'cause?
Who got the wallet,
allySouthern
CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin
ShanksSlappin' fools up in this gangsta
RapWho's got your backCause your arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E
brain
You ask a real live gangsta and he'll tell ya the same (you know)
A lot'a dummies die young, man, simple and plain (fa'real)
A lot'a kids want
Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge
Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love
the day
But by the night I'd need two AKs
A couple of sets of extra clips
And some ham sandwiches
The po-pos know me
And their used to my shananagans
I run
I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out.
I'm more gangsta then your but I ain't about to row out.
My season will come it has to,
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