Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Gangstas, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Date of issue: 16.06.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Gangstas |
| Niggas scared to pull a hit |
| for shit, my team will know a bitch sniffer |
| pyriamid off a dollar bill, she will, 97 to the hill |
| get ill, do your thing, I ain’t mad at you son, |
| it’s how you feel… |
| Yo, blood scene, bloody my vision can’t see |
| straight off top, me ral and Mussolini |
| was tied up, connect thinking that we wired up, |
| once these ropes get cut I’m getting highed up slow it down, you moving to fast |
| kid it’s the halves, you ain’t know, |
| it’s illegal life shit, bring bloody cash |
| so what you do, in due time, come back in view |
| that’s why niggas can’t relate to L.A., they stick you |
| As long we map this, revolution is a bliss, |
| keep the world in fits, my clique avoid death lists |
| black gangsta, 2 5 I co-perfect this |
| CNN, iced out piece, italian necklace |
| stef bauer, you and L, yall work the hour |
| you all dirty, like the clique don’t take shower |
| there’s more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power |
| 100 channels, turn station, operation 140 |
| earthquake would bring glory |
| Noreaga, but for short just call me Ore, |
| catagory, point-blank end of the story |
| Chorus |
| I never sweat these, I let trees blow |
| get bent on benches, hopping the fences |
| here they come in long trenches, crack |
| chase 'em, lace 'em, let the chef bake 'em, |
| jake, taste 'em, take 'em, wonder where we make 'em |
| roll dice, and break 'em on the street corner |
| betting stacks, holding packs, |
| hoping police don’t run deep on us peep the third floor shade that never rises |
| for jake, our whole weight, plus gat and great disguises |
| bullet proof down to my Nike’s now we the livest |
| survivest, open up after I contact, combat |
| twisting yer cap, and listen to rap |
| postion to mack, to blow out your back |
| ho’s across the map, foe’s eat a dick in fact |
| I’m a score, flip and roll like Dominique Dawes |
| Yea flip that |
| Chorus 2x |
| Yo black gangsta, where they at, where they at Queensbridge and Iraq |