Lyrics:
gangsters come and fake gangsters go
Real gangsters chill 'cause real gangsters know
That quietly you stalk your prey on the down low
'cause too much talk
around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though
lovløs by for real mayne (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
De sier Bergen er en lovløs by for real (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga
I disable their melatonin, Wassup!
New Chapter
Writing my new chapter
Refuse to be an actor
Faking is not gangster
New Chapter
Writing my new chapter
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only one could rise above all the rest
And I got faith in my man,
internet gangsters cause they some fucking bitches
Hold you bitches by the neck, and put you bitches under water
Y'all simply cannon fodder
(Hold you bitches
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till
yeah, come on (gangsters)
You know how we do (pop a bottle for this)
Uh, uh (if you pimpin', pop a bottle for this)
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
yeah, come on (gangsters)
You know how we do (pop a bottle for this)
Uh, uh (if you pimpin', pop a bottle for this)
I'm the kind of brother
Who been
all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring
this motherfucker like
The tattle nigga (Clinton Sparks)
Squares to the left, gangsters to the right
Real niggas do real things
We all could let it bang
where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by and they
Chicago, is where we can afford to live
Well I sit out on my front porch step, watch the gangsters selling crack
And I call the cops when a girl walks by
York City
Y'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger theres nothing left to shape up
Welcome to New York City, welcome
to Recieve
That hate don't hurt me
Believe me I'm good
I'm forgiven
I'm covered by his blood
And the day some ever do happen to Me
What it is gangster what you
times of a European gangster
I survey my disco through panoramic windows
Surrounded by some anorexic bimbos
Albanians are dancing in the club with
the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'd rather go blind
For speaking my mind
Or use it just like a gag
So raise it in anger
Just let it hang
American Gangster Time
He sits back
to put you to rest
Step outside I'm surrounded by danger
Step outside I'm surrounded by gangster's
Sink or swim if you ride w the wavers
Don't speak
thick, dat *** Daz is major
I live the life of a gangster, I rob gangsters
Ten years up on the table, I deny that flavor
See a fighter to the fullest, if
of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Freaky bitch, I do this,
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