Lyrics:
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
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
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
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,
the drama put the rifle to my shoulder
But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce
Counting money by the stacks, bustin raps and buildin clout
Now
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
eyes, so you best to recognize
When I let these bullets fly, from this heat you gon' die
[ Prode'je ]
Right, you muthafuckas want to see the gangstas
I'm
let's walk by heaven (yeah)
Percocet and the Addy (yeah)
Misery loves company, my old ho sent the addy (do that)
Crushed diamond emeralds on me, I
with horns fight it
I'm the misguided angel
Touched by tradgedy
I defy gravity
Brutal cruel and dark
So beautifulfy remarkable
Angry Smirf
Man I'll kill
ain't got no bling bling
Let 'em talk, its aiite, just do ya thing thing
(Chorus)
If you an alkie, then throw your drinks up
If you a gangsta, then
guy, but I got a bad side
I'm a gangsta and I'm gentleman
I rather just be for the hell of it Book smart nigga
I'm intelligent you street smart nigga
on the streets
Superman is known by the locals
As this dude who's so fly it's global
Attitude that came outta struggle
Destitute but I make it hopeful
You
since "H to the Izzo"
That's when my man Biddle stopped by with two little
Pills I could put in the bag and sell like Skittles
One for ten, fifteen for
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need
to hear it
Goin' yeah to the gangsta because of the distance
Pentagon is gettin' gone because what they spend
And you babble on because you invested in
on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in a big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VVs
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
niosą pomoc emerytom
Zatrudniony gdzieś w pizzerii by w papierach było czysto
Takie życie wielu ziomów ciągle walka trwa
Mała łyżka da ci więcej nie
with the sauce
I've been making a living
By keepin' in true in each and every hit I record
The flow is outta here, the flow is outta here
Just call me
W Polsce raperzy zapomnieli od dawna co jest dla nich ważne
Bo najwyraźniej mają chujową jazdę
Czczą bezmyślnie jakąś gangsta gwiazdę
Robią sobie
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
by my side aint no youngsters over here just real Gs that’s down to ride
You know I’m strictly rhymin true playa from the start and if u feelin luck
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