Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Rock the Gangsta Shit, artist - Mr. KnightowlAlbum song Soldiers on Soil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sawed Off
Song language: English
I Rock the Gangsta Shit |
I heard about some fool |
He got in for me |
Talkin bout the day he find me |
He gonna blind me |
But I got some thing else |
Up my fuckin sleeve |
You wanted static mothafucka |
Now you will recieve |
A bullet to the dome |
To make sure that ass is gone |
And one inside your fuckin mouth |
You dirty like the south |
Cause you’s a fuckin bitch |
And now you lay inside a ditch |
Inside a casket with worms |
Got rid of you like germs |
So take a fuckin listen |
Before you end up missin |
Cause you’s just a fuckin peon |
Have that ass runnin like Deon |
So what the fuck you wanna do |
So take some steps |
I’ll turn before you do |
Then terminate your fuckin crew |
Cause I don’t give a fuck |
Some say that all dogs have it’s day |
But why the fuck should I have to worry |
When I’m a fuckin bird fool |
You’ll get attacked by me and Lolo |
I’m never solo |
Straight out the 619 |
Come represent my cholos |
I’m goin syko mothafuckas I lost my mind |
You best not ever fuck around |
And try to take what’s mind |
I got this game on lock |
Through ever fuckin block |
I rock the gangsta shit |
So fuck those that bump the Hip-Hop |
Niggas wanna murder me |
Bury me a G nigga |
I bust a flee nigga |
The nigga you can’t see nigga |
Smash on your soil |
With AK’s and hand gernades |
We know where you hang |
So we bang streets, renegades |
Blast out the escalad yell the set as we jet |
Leavie em dead in the street |
And have their family cryin for weeks |
Shit get’s deep so we creep on late night rides |
For the homies who die the pride lead to homicides |
We’ll each surive the pain insane to the brain |
I slang cane so I can get more guns for my gang |
So it’s understood I do this for the hood |
The land of the no good South West Inglewood |
Where you kill or be killed |
Cause it’s real on the field |
Where niggas will chase you down |
And make sure your cap is peeled |
It’s just the evil mind |
Crazy with my daisy shine |
And I ain’t scared to due no time |
For my krime nigga |
Once again it’s me |
Livin life up on a string |
I’ll shoot that ass |
You’ll never make up inside the ring |
I got my plan premeditated |
I live my life X-rated |
And all you sons of bitches |
Will never be able to fade it |
So what fuckin rock did you crawl from under |
Puto you ain’t shit, I’ll rain on you like thunder |
Punk bitches all surrender |
Your hoes love me tender |
I’ll get your mothafuckin dome |
You’s the great pretender |
Always talking about how gon do this and that |
Best to check yourself look at where you at |
This is my fuckin block my fuckin hood my turf |
When you spit lyrics fool |
They still come soft just like a nerf |
I’m still the undisputed when I compete they voted |
If a dead man could talk |
You would ask him who done shooted |
I always get suluted off the map you got rooted |
The Knightowl’s fuckin gone |
I’ve done mothafuckin hooted |