Lyrics Gangland - Mr. Criminal, Stomper, Compton AD

Gangland

Really from the set, that I say I am
Gangsta and all this by the way I am
Special competition anyway I am
Crazy like I’m shady just the way I am
Black & brown Pride and the sets again
Fumbled all my life, man I’m blessed to win
Where you from?
Say it with your chest again
Where you from?
Say it with your chest again
40 cal on me, cause them niggas be talking
Well I’m bound to pull it out, so you better get walking
I’ve been thugging all my life, all I know is crip walking
You ain’t bout the life, bout to pick a big coffin
Listen AD, on my side foos roll way deep
Them little locos in the varrio, that mean they crazy
And where I’m from, w didn’t grow up off no Jay-Z
But still loved the hard knock life, lik Lazy & Crazy
But I ain’t talking about no Bone Thugs
I’m talking homies in the pinta
Wishing that the homies showed love
Believe me this life we lived before this rap shit
Was all automatic straps and wrapped up in elastic, it’s tragic
Only 12 years old, was taught to blast shit
Only 13 in front of a judge or a casket
It’s madness, the way we grew up in these Cali streets
It’s like we living in hell on earth
With the mark of the beast
Well it’s like fuck the police, coming straight from the underground
Where muthafuckas got it bad, cause we brown & proud
Bust a couple rounds, shut em up shut em down
Even your prison cell, couldn’t keep a good man down
I blaze a pound with my hounds, clutching muscle now
RIP to my G Nipsey Hussle town
Sounds of crime in my mind, I’m a lose my dough
I’m Al Capone with the chrome, stop
With Mr. Criminal & Compton AD cap
Now they knowing I been rolling with the Crime Lab
So how you feeling bout a Mexican with attitude?
Posted at the 7−11, up on them avenues
Sick dreams on the realer, kill a Donnie Brasco
Been to Chino, seen Delano, fuck Wasco
Sick vato from the pick, number seven six
You muthafuckers run your lips like a little bitch