Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - Necro. Album song Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| VERSE 1: NECRO: |
| You’re a government witness, no recovery for that sickness |
| Just discovery of your ligaments in shipments |
| To the District Attorney’s office of business |
| Crooked officers will off you when I insist |
| Argyle jewels at high profile mob trials |
| They won’t get me behind bob wires |
| My fam’s connected, blam your neck, kid |
| Leave you naked for the detectives |
| Fucked your wiz with the lamb protective |
| Everyone dead, the plan’s objective |
| Go to Miami and tan my erection |
| Organized crime |
| Get your organs organized in the morgue for droppin dimes |
| Made my bones, I put blades to domes for daps |
| Fumigate rats, carefully communicate on phones |
| Inconspicuous on the blistering strips |
| You grill me, I’ll kill you like Al Capone’s syphilis |
| A shiv in your ribs for being chivalrous |
| Jigged in your liver over frivolous trivial shit |
| The Necro social club, Kosher Nostra |
| With the snub-nosed toaster, Sosa, shoot up your local pub |
| Pistol whip ya mandible with the grip handle |
| Enter your skull through your skully for pulling a Sammy the Bull |
| I’m intangible |
| You’re a flammable flamboyant fag in the can |
| Your panties got pulled |
| BRIDGE: |
| Gangsta x2 |
| We keep it gangsta |
| Giacana |
| Gangsta |
| Necrodamus |
| It’s the Godfathers of the gangster death rap/ We keep it gangsta |
| Criminal gang, pop them thangs |
| Nec and G Rap make your brains hang |
| Run up on you, pop your top hops |
| Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2 |
| VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP: |
| Thug impression player, iron press your blazer |
| Put him in press papers, EMS, press your chest to save ya |
| Fuck you tryina impress, get hooked to respirators |
| Cranium x-rayers, brainwave displayers |
| Leave your brain like Rain Man’s in the rain and lay ya |
| Fish knife fillet ya, you Fisher-Price, I’m Guy Fisher type |
| Fishermen rod to fish you later |
| G official as a fist-up Panther party |
| You get wheeled in a wheel chair, baby, pamper party |
| I slumber party your family |
| I’m part Hannibal breed, like animals deep in a dark safari |
| No Christopher Reeves get to breathe, you seed seller |
| I squeeze, fella, believe, bleed in a deep cellar |
| No sea sheller, them shells Felony B’s, fella |
| You see, fella? |
| no he fell in the weeds, fella |
| Not convinced, sell your bullshit to retailers |
| Way too frail, you trail me? |
| you see failure |
| Go view some trailers |
| You’re too used to fiction, it’s crucifixion, bitch I’ll nail ya |
| CHORUS: |
| Gangsta |
| We keep it gangsta |
| We’ll bitch smack ya with the gat |
| Gangsta |
| We keept it gangsta |
| Bitch smack, bitch smack you with the gat |
| Criminal gang, pop them thangs |
| Nec and G Rap make your brains hang |
| Run up on you, pop your top hops |
| Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2 |