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veo to´lleno de caps


Thats a fact

You acting like a gangsta but you nothing but a rat

You ain´t got to talk I can tell by the way you act

By

here doing my thing with the player partner by the name of Cousin Bang. And we doing this thing and we keeping it 100 real as I'm rotating with my true

She got that good girl look you know looks be deceiving
Awake as a angel by night she a demon
Possessed by her cleavage but she want my semen
She

mogbe sori bi wyclef
I'm real, I'm not as fake as you
Rappers that's been claiming gangsta shit
We don catch you we'n ne were bi ene were
We'ni apoti

mogbe sori bi wyclef
I'm real, I'm not as fake as you
Rappers that's been claiming gangsta shit
We don catch you we'n ne were bi ene were
We'ni apoti

Six in the mornin'
Awakened by a knock on my door
Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put
My feet on the floor
And yelled "Who is it?"
Peeped through my blind

clart a story all about me
The mother fucking gangsta Mikey B
Been in this game since the beginning 
I'm always on the green and I'm always winning
Now

in the back, after my heart collapses an artery
I'm passionate, fashion art that match the discography
Brough gangsters to the Grammys and gangsta rap

hard work
bitch thats on gang
gind time shit it dont change
all u lil hoes so lame
all u lil hoes lame
chopavelli hit me on the fae time
gon blow

still stank
I can put you niggas on I'm doing shit you niggas can't
Steady blowing up my phone tell em meet me at the bank
Only gangsta in them songs
But

that P-A-T

Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
]From these

Madness in tha Hood (Free Ride)

Spearhead

Chocolate Supa Highway

1997

night
the butcher the backer phony credit card maker
plus the operation being sponsored by Jamaica
and then there's the dimea dozen hoodie hitmen
who be

On a Come Up

Mr. Capone-E

Last Man Standing

2001

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

Do U Like What U See

Fat Pat

Ghetto Dreams

1998

that P-A-T

Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
>From these

Shakin' in the Alley

Mac Mall

Immaculate

and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he

Double R
1818, bitch
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Y'all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions) 
Ayy, yup 
Yup

Stretch

brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.

Every one's collectin'

brutality
Say, “Right by Might is Liberty,
All hail the war machinery
But if you wag that flag at me
You'll fly it at half-mast, sirs.

Every one's collectin'

a nigga lean back

Fa sho I'm a hundred
I keep it gutter grimey gangsta
And money after cash
I blast on all prankstas
Give it to 'em raw, come real is all I

for an empty soul that I can fill with love
Know I'm supposed to be a gangsta, lately, I just need a hug
I'm surrounded by some gangsters so I gotta

Ever Been There But I Dreamt A Lot About 
 The Dirty Gangsta From New York City 
 Stops By Fidel Smokin’ Some Shit 
 They Got A Deal About Bullshit

niggas with
Them stuffed in a Fender
On the West coast, I'm one of the littest
Outside of Roscoe's smokin' dope by the
Fronto with a couple of bitches
That

You niggas ain't really no gangstas
You niggas bitches who walk
Around claiming to be something you not
I'll go and put that thang to his teeth
Knock

it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh
Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes