| I’m a gangsta, it’s homicide to ya lullabyes
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| Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5
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| Traumatized niggas couldn’t play in this sport
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| Either you ball or you flamin' your torch
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| Sell draw, or just came from up north
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| Homey, it’s one or the other
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| Cuz it’s real, when it’s a steel to your son or you mother
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| I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top
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| Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop
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| Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack
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| It’s '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack
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| Y’all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it’s a damn, shame
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| The way they let y’all little niggas up in this damn game
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| My campaign is a team that’ll shank ya
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| It don’t mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas
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| That’s rearranger strangers, with the bangers
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| When you in the presence of my chamber
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| I’m not the one you should step to
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| Cuz when the drama pop off, I’m not the one to be next to
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| Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you
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| I’m here for the long run, I fight you til it’s long done
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| Rhyme like a case, you can’t leave til you caught one
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| Up in your face, I’mma breathe something awesome
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| The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year
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| We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear
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| We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams
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| Come true, by taking themes, hey, it’s me, I’mma (gangsta)
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| Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own
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| I ain’t wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain’t wanna be hated
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| Being down in trees, made me wanna be great
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| I got down with my please, but I don’t wanna be cased
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| I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days
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| I’m a gangsta, keep my mind on my money
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| Cock my nine when I’m hungry, down to ride for my homey
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| I’m a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side
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| Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can’t hide it
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| We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers
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| I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors
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| Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes
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| Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane
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| Cuz I’m a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker
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| Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger
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| Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver
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| Local baby mom’s hitter, only drink hard liquor
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| I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin'
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| In the telly with your girl, you can find me in
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| I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook
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| Niggas I don’t fuck with, try’nna get rich
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| Cuz we tired of re’in up, fast cash is the worst type
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| And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike
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| Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night
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| It’s only right… gangsta, y’all know me right
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| On 9/27, a gangsta born
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| I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn
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| Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed
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| I’m like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm
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| Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped
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| Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high
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| I handle long, them I’m outtie, once them shots pop hot
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| You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high
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| I live the real life, dogs, you better understand
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| I’m a thug, but God’s hug, give me the upper hand
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| You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood
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| Turn pounds, the ho’s reporters convinced, it’s no love
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| You said, how much of this, could the world handle?
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| Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle
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| In the city of murder, we holdin' iron
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| Trapped ready to -- they sleep, no denyin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - Mathematics. Album song Love Hell or Right ( Da Come Up), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп