| So you can keep on hatin' keep hatin' what I do*
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| But i know that you like it, you know you like it to…
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| -Drop of the first hook-
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| So you wanna be a gangsta wanna be a Ryda
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| Say you rollin hard but ya really not a soldier
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| Say that your a playa but ya gettin played on
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| Stuck up in the game ye while get my pay on…
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| I won’t stop and you know it too
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| Look at all the bull shit I’ve been through
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| Got anotha minute wanna bring you down
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| Hit it I’mma say it how you like me now
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| Hate it cause they all wanna be like me
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| Cause alotta women wanna be wit me
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| L-I-L G-U-N
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| Down to pull the track back until the end
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| Runnin' a muck on a daily
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| Locoz clique and I’m crazy
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| Takin' flipz witcha lady
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| Talk ya shit you can’t phase me
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| Got anotha pen i can overload
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| Flick up on the pen when I let it go
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| 9−0-6−5 till the «o»
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| Can’t nobody sing it when I’m in the zone
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| I don’t really know what it really is
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| To be streets since they were kids
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| Open ya kid hope they come out
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| Only get crazy with homies around
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| Know on these streets no more delays
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| You know that i really know so many ways
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| You ain’t the same you just a lame
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| Tryin' to stay up in this game…
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| A shame of an enemy
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| I though he was a friend of me
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| I gotta get a little better marijuana
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| Yea you wanna come and get it
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| I’mma make ya fill the pain
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| A psycho, I’mma reload and I’m leavin you insane
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| I’m leavin' a blessin' of daisy’s
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| I’m sobbin' and stackin' the roses
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| I chill like a fo' when I’m blazin
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| I’m cooler than cold than my flow is
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| How many elderly victims
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| How many more will I get
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| I’m tellin' my parters go sick em
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| I’m blasted all up on my neck
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| I’m true to the game, true to the streets
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| True to my lyrics and true to my beats
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| Cause every time that I’m bumpin' a rhyme
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| I’m makin' it sure everything is in line
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| Your future is gold but your still a new
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| I do what I do I ain’t got shit to prove
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| Else you know what I am talking about
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| Have no remorse when I’m taking em out
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| Runnin' your mouth don’t know the rules
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| Fucking with cuete then your gunna lose
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| If your in my shoes
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| I bet they un-do's, thinkin that…
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| Who in the fuck do you think that you are
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| Can’t see me from close can’t see me from far
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| Im rippin it up like if its hellas guitar
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| Now you know why people call me a star
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| Keepin it loaded inside of my pocket
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| Papers so big that it spitz like a rocket
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| No one can bring it the way that i drop it
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| Go and keep hitting but your gunna stop it
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| Bringin the shit that you never come at it
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| Compare me to you then im labled the baddest
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| Im leaving em fucked up and rapped up in bandages
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| If you couldent handle this why dont you candle it
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| Know that im bringing the heat (heat)
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| Knocking you off of your feet (feet)
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| The cuete can never be weak (weak)
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| Ill put you to bed when you sleep (sleep)
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| Your taking and blowing your actions
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| Make an example turns to ashes
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| Leaving them cacheous
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| All that im askin keepin it crazy gangsta fashion
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| Its the one and only ese little gun up in the mix
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| Serving the shit you think you dont bun |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So You Wanna Be a Gangsta , by - Lil Cuete. Song from the album Dia De Los Muertos Mix, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп