Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, artist - Benzino.
Date of issue: 17.06.2002
Song language: English
G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R |
Benzino |
Miscellaneous |
Uh… Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga) |
Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo |
(Gangsta jugga) |
Pray on it sober, I’m just another step closer |
Niggas’ll ghost ya, found out these’ll hurt ya |
Play it frank while I lay in the Beam, let the heat roast ya |
I’m moralized street solider, I thought the streets told ya |
Thug slash beat composer, Nights filled wit freaks and doser |
Went from rags to riches, don’t fuck with snitches |
My Benz keeps the baddest bitches, huggin the block |
Hollow tips sluggin the glock, hollerin «Who let the thug in the spot» |
BENZINO!!! (Bitches, clips, guns) Black out, inhale blow it back out |
Take shorty to the 'Tel blow her back out |
And y’all motherfuckers better not act out |
I go the cash route, plus bet on mash out |
Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out |
(iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa) Chief rocker, whole tribe flooded out |
He don’t know you better tell your man cut it out |
I’m workin with a short fuse you can’t put it out |
Big money, big guns that’s what I’m about |
…Deep concentration, I’m at a level that niggas can’t get to |
Grab a shovel, big meat you might get through |
I’m gangsta part gorilla, part pit bull |
I never start a situation that I can’t finish |
In other words this dog means business |
Trendsetter, simple and plan, the first in rap music wit a crew on his chain |
Still do it for my men behind bars, LIFERS |
From Wallpoles to Ricards, push Benz’s befo I got my license |
And I’m coming for them belts like Tyson |
We vultures, street bred, king cobras |
Keep focus, smoke weed, sip Coronas |
Spit chorus, bitches can’t ignore us |
The saga ends, you can’t do nothing for us |
(iaaaaahahahaa iaaahahahaa) |
Most dangerous, |
Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent… |
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent… |
most dangerous, Benzino is m-m-most dangerous, most violent… |
Dro in a blunt twist it up, put four in your gut twist you up |
You ain’t heard not guilty’s the verdict |