Lyrics:
by your lonely
Can you blame em? I don't be around no ho
Can you blame em? I don't blame em all fo sho
When I blam em, I don't blam em all for show
cause I'm to quiet
Duke we don't fuck with him but i can't lie he keep that iron
That's what niggas say bout me
Gangsters ain't gone play bout me
I ain't
Gangsters don't cry
So why I got tears in my eyes
I call my brudda he gon slide
I know he will never switch sides
All my problems they be gone when I'm fried
a gangster
But I and I know dat man suh
The ital dreadlock rasta
See him walkin by the wayside
With a ganja weed staff and a
Twinkle in his eye
All day long
to the basics
Like Tigger in the basement, yeah I was patiently waiting, you niggas not taking my shine
Don't understand how you niggas getting by Reciting them
Baby, I ain't no gangster
But Nigga play with me I'm gone spank him
Where I'm from this shit get dangerous guarantee you I ain't no angel
Chain look
But by the time he got home he'd blown his whole month's wages
With nowhere left to turn, he can't find release
But trying to gamble your way out is
myself than to die by a fool!
I don't really see yeah yeah
I don't really hear yeah yeah
I don't really care yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I don't really see yeah
weed
When you see me with my hoodie up that's Zop Assassin creed
They say they gangster but they broke them niggas in the wrong field
Them niggas in
Surrounded by angels they my entourage
Watch out for demons try to camouflage
I'm never worried I'm blessed with discernment
Faith is dead without work gotta
Wake your punk ass up
The M.C Eiht's back in the motherfuckin' house
Kickin' the straight gangster shit, for the 9,1
You know what I'm sayin', gia
crackers by Nabisco
A pack of Dentyne and I pulled out a 10
And said, "fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"
Now I'm drivin' down Compton
Behind some rocks, underneath some bridge
Some gangster troll promising the Moon
Yeah right
Sleep tight
All night
Some kid, in golden chains, two
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off
Well the gangsters drove Preludes and sold this one weed called White Tiger
Wirth Park had a body
The holiday guy couldn't make change
The parking
Agony is the key to a happy life
You can't know joy if you don't know strife
There's no good or bad by itself
You can't have poverty if there is
don't know nothing else but bling and white tees
And they think that all these women can do is somebody's weave
They think these hustlers and gangsters
I become one with the rhythm
Caught by the spirit in love
With the beat, yeah, yeah
I start dancing to the rhythm of my own drum
Sweating away
chips
The hottest to spit, widen as my logic permits
By all means, I deposit the rent, with no rules
My gangster way deeper than Pro-Tools
Old school,
cry,
Been coming here since days gone by,
Come to fight, here to shout,
Or are they here to simply pout.
Lack of passion, only fashion,
People
HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster
HitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
Didn't know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
That E
[ VERSE 1: Ganxsta are?dd ]
Bail on stage with a gangster lean
Busters duck once I'm on the scene
Opponents went out the do'
The innocents hit
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
Well, I guess we'll get into some gangster shit
I let my strap holler at your chest while Mouthpiece holler at your bitch
[ Rhimeson ]
And I'm checkin
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