| «Here come the gangstas… Uh huh
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| And you can’t see their face… Uh huh» -] 2X
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| «They're comin' for you»
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| CT all day, bad news all day
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| Grade school teacher moved my desk into the hallway
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| Trouble starter, mother/father taught me how to hustle harder
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| See dough like Nino, but fuck The Carter, must be smarter
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| Apply the profit 'till my pockets overflow
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| Any opposition tryin' to stop it and I’ll overthrow
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| Comin' out buckin' like a cowboy on a bull at a rodeo
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| Throw you in a hole below the stone where the posies go
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| Flows that all your homies know from Canada to Tokyo
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| I’m steppin on your toes like an amateur that dosey doe
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| Scientific, typical, a genius is the evilest
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| Who raised hell so high, the Eskimos are feverish
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| Be cool, cause me even dealin' with these fools
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| Is kinda like a rocket scientist teachin' pre-school
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| Y’all swear to God that ya gangsta gangsta
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| But reality’ll rearrange ya
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| Even with all the hate and love that I’ve received
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| I sit and read off the page 'till my iris bleed
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| I’ve seen it all from the backwoods, 'burbs and trees
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| Overseas, back to CT, home to me
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| To them shitty city blocks, dudes hustlin' ki’s
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| Where the breeze blows excess weaves like tumbleweeds
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| I’m up 24/7 with beats in my head
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| No time to sleep, son, I’ll sleep when I’m dead
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| And I ain’t really sweatin' all that MC shit
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| Forget 'em, I buy backpackers and trendy chicks
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| Cause when I start to see success, then the envy hits
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| They used to love me, now I’m on their enemy list
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| I’m tryin' to write the right song that’ll get me rich
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| Dip in the Hollywood hills 'till my Bentley flips
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| My flow’s fluid as a wave that a jetski skips
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| My wife’s Japanese and white, little sexy bitch
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| My pen’s a MAC-10, my freestyle’s a shell
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| My cell was set with a speed dial for Hell
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| So… no more thinkin' that you’re gangsta gangsta
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| But reality’ll rearrange ya
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| It’s all gangstas, gangstas at the top of the list
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| So I play my own shit, it goes somethin' like this
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| I’m the icing on the cake, money in the bank
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| Inmates who make shanks out the mixtape case
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| The look on a fiend’s face when his lips taste base
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| Is based on the fact that crack put him into outer space
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| Based on that, if this is just based on rap
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| I keep it basic and just bump bass on tracks
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| In fact… A lot of y’all think ya gangsta gangsta
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| But reality’ll rearrange ya
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| Yeah, Chum… another Skrilla Guerilla killa
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| Demigodz, Doe Rakers
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| What up, Celph? |
| What up, Mo'?
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| What up, Hoot? |
| What up, Spliff?
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| What up, E? |
| What up, South Paw?
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| Yeah… uhh! |
| Uh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here Come the Gangstas , by - Apathy. Song from the album Eastern Philosophy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп