| They ask me what I do, and who I do it for
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| I do it for all my brothers with no voice
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| Live a life of crime cause they feel like it ain’t no choice
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| Trying to make a splash into this world that ain’t moist
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| Other rappers tell lies live from a Rolls Royce
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| Me, I’d rather offer a slightly different point of view
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| Than that fake gangster fairy tale, I’d rather tell the truth
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| That the war on drugs is really just a war on me and you
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| But if you can’t hustle then what the fuck you gonna do
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| When your money low, and your education too
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| Gotta F-1 then all you hear is F-U
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| When lookin for a job so I say F them too
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| And F-U three to them crackers down in D. C
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| Making drug laws, my man Gotti said he got three
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| For one CD
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| Shocking, cops always watching
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| But you gotta hustle cause they ain’t left us no option
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| You get turned out or you just curried out
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| Thuggin ain’t an option to me, I’m an O. G
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| I’ma go get it, tell me if you wit it
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| Ye weather the storm through rain, snow blizzard
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| Certified gooney what you lookin at
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| The Jim Crow laws in full effect
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| Modern day slavery is what they say to me
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| Studied the encyclopedia, duck the media
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| To see pigs and rats on the far but came easier
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| Went to the jail was a baby
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| Pop wasn’t around raised me
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| Now they tryin to minimum wage me
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| Because I stood up for my rights they wanna cage me
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| Place a chip in my brain and monitor me crazy
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| Turn me to a monster, somebody save me
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| To keep my foot on your neck is how my hood raised me
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| They asks why wild why I’m gansta
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| And why I act foul with a banger
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| But they don’t ask why them crackers used to hang us
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| Just the color of my skin I’m a stranger
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| I was raised up in poverty
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| I seen it all from homicides up to robberies
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| Body count like the lottery
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| I do the damn thing
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| Got booked twenty times yea that’s a damn shame
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| They didn’t want to cut the checks
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| So I slang cain
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| And I am all about that chicken, no wing things
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| Talkin about that mugger, it’s either do or die
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| And if you walked in my shoes for a day, fuck around
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| Commit suicide
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| Even babies havin babies now
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| For the right price, your old man will act shady now
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| Can’t forget about them days cold
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| Them days old on State Road
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| No money on my payroll, stressing on that pay phone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - Dice Raw. Album song Jimmy's Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп