Lyrics:
the story of my life
Why is it desperation that's
Always gettin' me by?
Wit' a hatred like mine
It's unbearable to describe
I wipe my mouth with toilet
don't really talk with all the motions
Talking all gangsta how they know shit
Live my life by the bottle by the potion
Fuck my life up broke the bull shit
even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just
war stories from homies who got they G on/
Y’all was sideline no gangsta a bunch Leons/Started from the driveway in the neon/
Weed rolled smoke filled
shells,
The bloody murda murda comin to serve ya, runnin' with gangstas that suppose
and I rip the road that's how we roll
Krayzie:
Cuz it's on and I crept
Creepin through the sucka hood man a nigga sure would
Catch a bitch by the back of his knapsack
Slippin on the dope track got a fat ass stack
a gangbanger walk by real fast
Brand new khakis hangin' off his ass
At first, I didn't like the chump
'Cause he looked like he needed to go take a dump
But
take Kontrol of life like its Traktor.
Just a moniker, fearless trails like jet li,
Knock'em gearless, relinquish titles, ballads to chi.
Guillotines,
to palm trees nigga I ain't used to this
used to be surrounded by some gangstas and some hooligans
now I let the wood burn like a fuckin crucifix
niggas
goodwin
curb
"goodwin, goodwin be riddin in gangsta buick,be flowin like fluid"
yo i come one more time be bustin clips of my nine
feelin fine got a rhyme
Anybody can be a gangsta but how many can be a man taking away a life don't make you a better man sirens and gunfire that normal sounds in the land
pointed at ya
The life subtracters, the poison animal eating slackers
Nobody move, nobody bleed as I proceed
I beg you heed this thing me talk with
fuck your ears like a statutory rape
Murderous nigga on the gangsta tip
So MC Ant cover me while I reload the motherfuckin' clip
And by the way if
psichica, fisica
BO-logica, uomo
Bolo implica molossi band, loschi clan
Giri di banco note, man
Tutto made in Italy, no by American
Troppi gangsta fan, troppi
that bad habits
Don't see that bad habits
Fuck that
Soul from the dark
Protected by the Gods
Life in a fast
Moving like im blessed
I'm just trying get my
necklace
But these ain't no rhinestones ho' these vvs's
Ain't gettin no money can't sit in my section
Say he a gangsta ain't got no protection
I'm facing
that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
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[gangsta boo]
I'm on some other type shit
I'm on some crazy ass shit
I'm
through the war scene
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
To take that monkey
perfect sacrifices
The law fulfilled justified through His life
Illuminated through the darkness shining by His light
I know some gangstas that say Jesus
three on every crime, I'm a walkin' hat trick
Come on, I ain't cappin
Gang come down, he TTG, and his ass get mad quick
You can tell by my stomach, I
comin wit dat drama that you can't even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you can't even duck
Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote this
Regardless of the shit that you're own life is breeding
Troubled yourself for falsely believing
Mistakes in your past only justify leaving
You pacified soul's
astonishing and fly
And by just blinking my eye
In a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key
Trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
Mister
Got it out the mudd got it out the mudd
I did it by myself cause y'all ain't show no love
They say yo closest friends always turn into foes
When
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