(feat. Eyeslow , Logic, Madman, Nemy) [Logic] I'm a gangsta, it's homicide to ya lullabyes Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5 Traumatized niggas couldn't play in this sport Either you ball or you flamin' your torch Sell draw, or just came from up north Homey, it's one or the other Cuz it's real, when it's a steel to your son or you mother I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack It's '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack Y'all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it's a damn, shame The way they let y'all little niggas up in this damn game My campaign is a team that'll shank ya It don't mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas That's rearranger strangers, with the bangers When you in the presence of my chamber [Nemy] I'm not the one you should step to Cuz when the drama pop off, I'm not the one to be next to Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you I'm here for the long run, I fight you til it's long done Rhyme like a case, you can't leave til you caught one Up in your face, I'ma breathe something awesome The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams Come true, by taking themes, hey, it's me, I'ma (gangsta) Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own I ain't wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain't wanna be hated Being down in trees, made me wanna be great I got down with my please, but I don't wanna be cased I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days [Chorus x2: Eyes Low] I'm a gangsta, keep my mind on my money Cock my nine when I'm hungry, down to ride for my homey I'm a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can't hide it [Mad Man] We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane Cuz I'm a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver Local baby mom's hitter, only drink hard liquor I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin' In the telly with your girl, you can find me in I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook Niggas I don't fuck with, try'nna get rich Cuz we tired of re'in up, fast cash is the worst type And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night It's only right... gangsta, y'all know me right [Eyes Low] On 9/27, a gangsta born I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed I'm like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high I handle long, them I'm outtie, once them shots pop hot You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high I live the real life, dogs, you better understand I'm a thug, but God's hug, give me the upper hand You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood Turn pounds, the ho's reporters convinced, it's no love You said, how much of this, could the world handle? Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle In the city of murder, we holdin' iron Trapped ready to - they sleep, no denyin' [Chorus x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Eyeslow , Logic, Madman, Nemy) [Logic] I'm a gangsta, it's homicide to ya lullabyes Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5 Traumatized niggas couldn't play in this sport Either you ball or you flamin' your torch Sell draw, or just came from up north Homey, it's one or the other Cuz it's real, when it's a steel to your son or you mother I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack It's '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack Y'all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it's a damn, shame The way they let y'all little niggas up in this damn game My campaign is a team that'll shank ya It don't mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas That's rearranger strangers, with the bangers When you in the presence of my chamber [Nemy] I'm not the one you should step to Cuz when the drama pop off, I'm not the one to be next to Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you I'm here for the long run, I fight you til it's long done Rhyme like a case, you can't leave til you caught one Up in your face, I'ma breathe something awesome The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams Come true, by taking themes, hey, it's me, I'ma (gangsta) Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own I ain't wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain't wanna be hated Being down in trees, made me wanna be great I got down with my please, but I don't wanna be cased I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days [Chorus x2: Eyes Low] I'm a gangsta, keep my mind on my money Cock my nine when I'm hungry, down to ride for my homey I'm a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can't hide it [Mad Man] We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane Cuz I'm a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver Local baby mom's hitter, only drink hard liquor I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin' In the telly with your girl, you can find me in I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook Niggas I don't fuck with, try'nna get rich Cuz we tired of re'in up, fast cash is the worst type And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night It's only right... gangsta, y'all know me right [Eyes Low] On 9/27, a gangsta born I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed I'm like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high I handle long, them I'm outtie, once them shots pop hot You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high I live the real life, dogs, you better understand I'm a thug, but God's hug, give me the upper hand You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood Turn pounds, the ho's reporters convinced, it's no love You said, how much of this, could the world handle? Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle In the city of murder, we holdin' iron Trapped ready to - they sleep, no denyin' [Chorus x2]
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