Lyrics:
the American way
'cause I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' clepto'
and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so
who gets the worm?
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Never left lonely wit out my G see
One trip cocks a flip
The way I flip multiplies a chip
I'm steady ?? cash flow
Transactions stacking paper rolls
surrounded
Inspired by fire the sensual illusion
Caught between the crossfire anger and confusion
Howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit
Im rarely
will be at stake
Seems like grace and love is hard to come by
Some strung out on drugs looking for a high
Holy Spirit make your stand tonight
This isn't
44 tell the truth about my ken 44
Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke
Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps
Just listen a beat, ain't
rumors
But yo, that shit is played out like suede Pumas
I make G's whenever me and my DJ flips
So I don't give a fuck about that he say she say shit
I'm
a sucker to be duped and jerked
'Cause the fuckin' record label don't love ya, pal
They didn't love ya on the street and don't love ya now
They're out
way between the Zae and 916
Making flocks of groupies out of these high strung chicks
She giving me the eye saying "I want dick"
They rip the spliff
Babe, uh, yeah
Girl
You my only one though, right? Haha
You my baby
Fuck all that shit
You're the one for me
Check it out
Baby, I'm feeling
Watch out for your friends
Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh?
You thought I was layin'? no no I ain't layin' I'm takin'
You don't
the next generation
Temperature's rising
So are the prices
You strung out on the vices
$2 million dollar ad to entice us
We live to want sometimes forgetting
impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)
Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil
think they know
The hoaxes smear us with Fear, head aches from ear to ear
Strung from the puppeteer, lungs last days are near
Marshall laws get learnt.
the pigs out
You get knocked off the map when them sticks out
You get stabbed in your back by your friends now
How snake & a rat gone be best pals?
If a pig
G's can there be?
You get left on hung
Like you left on seen
Left on read
You strung up by my trees
Smoke in a breeze
no clue Where I be?
I'm the master
you want
Call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want
Call me when you need
Call me out by your
I got
these girls don't really love you, I could never save a bitch
Cause that's just the way it is, dawg, that's just the way it is
Belt by Ferragamo I don't
air through my lungs
'Cause everything belongs to the Son
That was hung up on the Cross
Strung up for the lost
Ya'll know they slayed Him
He rose
mosque or chapel could save me from the troubles I get into
Me and my generation
Crazy poppin pills and gang relations Life ills got us strung out
now, huh? we in double
Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous
And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that's gon' get your service
Ain't no
scare people like cnnabelle
The crew got crew, Shower Pals and cnnabelle
Sometimes I say go to hell
Cuz they piss me off
They say they sick, well rap
crazy game and I got crazy gats
And we slam like a batterin ram (so brotha step back)
It's the one and only, only one
That leaves niggas strung
By
screwed her it would change the way i viewed her (Lord knows)
I don't go by word of mouth cause what come out might just be lies
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