Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Rock the Gangsta Shit (feat. Big Syke) , by - Big Syke. Release date: 08.07.2008
Song language: English
I Rock the Gangsta Shit (feat. Big Syke) |
| 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 |