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When the reaper come get me that's when I reap what I'm knitting
So, you say you're gangsta I'ma need some convincing
Blood gang, creme de la creme is

You're welcome
To step on by
One day, one day, one day, one day,
I might be the one to make you cry

Ha, Yeah
I'm sittin on swole
Dre and King Tee

go (I ain't gon' let 'em)
And I can tell by your face, you're losin' patience (it's okay)
Girl, you're sexy when you're dedicated (take your clothes

got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't

at the stars
In the sky by moonlight
And she love to fight
Love to see a Ryda get right
And I'm thinkin' that I
Really wanna keep her, so I hold on tight
And I

as you’re gone and I long for you to
come home
You chose another vice
Where the hell are you?

Phone rings
""baby, agony, injury, so bloody, they..”
Broke you

Alone, as you’re gone and I long for you to
COME HOME
You chose another vice
Where the hell are you?

Phone rings
""baby, agony, injury, so bloody, they..”

gangsta dude
But I'm the real deal
I don't fake the move
I said
Whats your name
Whats ya sign
Hit my line, cool
Said she wanna facetime
Babe, I'm trynna get

buyin big fast cars 
But ion even have a license 
Godamn  beaner stop crying 
Evryones looking at me different 
Feindin for dat gas so skammin what i did

Never thought about me losing you Never thought about me making this song
Ain't get it right, so I been writing my wrongs Baby, I'm a gangsta, won't

Rudeboy Salute

Buju Banton

Terror Squad

1999

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

by your sweater doused with wack feather
The crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But

world 
This ain't a game of snooker 
Whose gonna pop up? 
And whose gonna shoot ya? 
You talk about being gangsta 
You're a wanker 
I'm not as hard as any

Westside Slaughterhouse [Edited]

Ice Cube

The Best of Westside Connection [Clean]

2007

the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun

symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could

What a day at the park (The Estate Sale)
What a day at the park (Gangsta Grizillz, yeah)

I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had

burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick

Stop trying to justify this whole thing and admit you're in danger
Who are you talking to right now
Who is it you think you see
Do you know how much

We in There

Boogie Down Productions

Sex and Violence

1992

and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given) 
Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party 
You ain't really down to shoot nobody 
So why you

mean 
How you finna say I’m not that nigga 
Baby please 
Know I get this bread baby girl by any means 
Go and get ya friend 
Cause she lookin extra mean

Bring Back Somethin fo da Hood

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie

Uh oh hello you just started a show
It's a horror flick so I'll let you know
I'll probably grab you by ya neck make you sound like a crow
You may