Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gusto, artist - A+. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Gusto |
| Yeah A we gone do this up son |
| Yo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as Parkside |
| My whole team is out for the gusto |
| Internally blood drip through ya body slow |
| We on the go but yo time is still limited |
| Unlimited type style and we be rippin shit |
| My whole team is out for the gusto |
| Internally blood drip through ya body slow |
| We on the go but yo time is still limited |
| Unlimited type style |
| Welcome to the PSG I represent |
| The littlest in the crew but first one to get up in em |
| I straight up skin em like wolves |
| I wish you would flip |
| Fakin jack and get ya whole hood hit |
| But it’s all good |
| We do the things y’all wish y’all could |
| And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood |
| So knock on it |
| Go head you want it |
| Nobody want it |
| You turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornet |
| While y’all was droppin I was underground shadowboxin |
| Layin low puttin final touches on the flow |
| So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough |
| Got niggas breakin camp like Dre from Death Row |
| From the streets to the jail, I represent well |
| Touch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third rail |
| Scale to tip in my favor, the livest save |
| Grade up in the U.S. now let’s get this paper |
| Prodigy: |
| I’m yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fire |
| Another day another scar to acquire |
| Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm |
| Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm |
| Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die |
| But it ain’t my turn to say goodbye |
| How do I know? |
| Some people call it instincts |
| I like to call it my luck who gives a fuck |
| I’m stuck, in this environment can’t depart from it |
| And if I try I always end up back where I started |
| Plan A square one there’s no escapin |
| So I pun and realize my too |
| I’m tryin to live a full life before my time is through |
| Clock’s tickin, so I don’t got no time for you |
| As I head outside amongst the rest of the animals |
| Where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it |
| (To all my kiko’s) |
| It’s sort of like a family brawl |
| We gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincible |
| Swarm of kids, now it’s on again |
| Drinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chin |
| For the crippled children you can’t win |
| Against 25 niggas bent up with mac-10's |
| Semi-automatic, fully addicted crime addict |
| So long as there’s cash involved I gotta have it |
| There’s many different levels of the criminal mind |
| Either you’re in it for the gusto or I’m wastin your time |
| Now is you ready for men, cuz they your peeps that you saw |
| You probably heard about me and my crew doin what we do |
| For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun |
| Cuz I be wreckin mic-checkin fools that come around second-guessin |
| I sparks in the dark like stars in the sky |
| Spiritually, lyrically, since knee-high |
| The cradle, I represent my peoples and my label |
| Cause when you take a ride through Parkside it’s fatal |
| What’s my time to shine my design you can’t define |
| It only takes a line and a rhyme to blow that mind |
| To have you buggin, niggas got they tapes dubbin |
| Where ain’t no line for me to kick a rhyme pushin and shovin |
| Now it’s over, walkin like a soldier I told ya |
| Shorty droppin bombs and shit, like Oklahoma |
| Kinda soul, comin wit that bomb for sure |
| Run for shelter little brotha when it rain it pour |
| Prodigy: |
| First of all the foundation |
| Money is the root of all evil |
| The cream’ll have you shittin on your people |
| Livin like lotto, everything is everything |
| Ain’t nothing change but the clothes that my money bring |
| I’m makin figures that I never thought possible |
| You try to slow me down you’ll find yourself in the hospital |
| My crew got the army in techses |
| And them Acuras that made you get your cap peeled backwards |
| For years, I’ve been tryin to blow for years |
| Gettin bent off Moet spend a G on beers |
| Livin life to the fullest, my story ends wit a bullet |
| To the chrome-oil drop to the bottom of the pot |
| My invincible crew will never stop |
| If you’re lookin, you can find me risin to the top |
| I’m a classic approach my level and get your ass kicked |
| Floatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plastic |
| I’m tryin to make a half a million triple in size |
| Before my eyes, another part of my team dies |
| I can still hear his voice while he up in the sky |
| While the rest still livin steady tellin me lies |
| It’s like a bad dream, and I can’t wake up |
| But at the same time I love it and I can’t give it up |