Lyrics:
Won't lannd
Won't lannd
I won't lannnd
Won't lannd
Won't lannd
I won't lannnd
[Verse 2]
No need to apologize you should know how fly niggas do
Only
still ain't signed
Then don't do nothing, just watch 'em decline
Gangsta hardcore, menace to society
Raps all the same my pen spits variety
Eclecticism
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab your girls and come chill wit a star?
We up in VIP, drinks on me
Swag on tight with a gangsta lean
Everybody know
go to street, cop two keys and a bird
So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys
x2]
Every time you walk on by
Every time you walk on by
my freedom to a gringo
A lot of niggas going bad on go in two stages
Bitch I'm just a gangsta going through phases
And my money never awkward but them
You're standing over there tryin' to be gangsta coppin' your favorite lean
You give her the head nod
O my God you're the craziest thing
She's ever seen
China
You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through
One, two, three, you can't see me
Dillinger]
I be the nigga with an all gat tucked in my drawers
Why nigga? Cause I'm down by law
D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D, G-A-N-G-S-T-A C-R-I-P
Tell me what time
baby, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] Smokin' blunts by the pack, drunk off 'gnac
Watchin' my ones stack, I got it like that
Bitches know
to skeet crack
I represent the slum
Gangsta body dipped in all black
Don't act like you ain't know that
My clique is quick to go at
Any of why yall
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
dem cop a beamer selling rock
Where niggas feeling jaded like 2pac
If you see me running that's cuz I just seen a cop
I said I never worry
But you gone
(esco)
And pac probably woulda made an album about you (yea)
So I guess that just leaves me here to get rid of you
And Rakim an 'em they don't even
You just to loud, you need a silencer
You bust to loud
[Hook - Krook]
[Verse 2 - Kurupt]
Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga
(ugh, yeah let's do it)
Verse 2, time to show these muthafuckas
What I'm made of
And give the industry somethin'
That they
dokucza gdy muza wpada do ucha
Przyjechałem by rozrabiacz jak 2Pac
Żadnych kompromisów więcej
Władzy chcą popisu więcej
Jebać globalizacje żadnych mi tu
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples through a nook where two lovers hide
a gangsta
They shot guns we shot movies
We fucked up they fucked groupies
Ignore these sluts that's my two cents
I'm broke the type money can't not fix
Not
'Cause it's a man's world
Ain't no need to ask why
I'm high 'til I die and strapped with my 45
'Cause you can lose it in the gutter
I wonder if I'll die by
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide
Great
to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna hang out with the gangstas, y'all go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little mothafuckin' bread
If y'all wanna slither with
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