| Rest in peace to the boy, in the streets, unemployed
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| With all these damn ones on me, it’s a morgue
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| They put some bread on me, but what’s in store?
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| Most my niggas got felonies, gangster galore
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| I’m a gangster for sure
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| Check my gangster report
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| Ayy, they ain’t know I had the chop right up under me
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| And a Glock in the hood where the muffler be
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| Tell Pac that the hood still sufferin'
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| Ten o’clock on the news, 'nother murder scene
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| Bulletproof in the roof but it still drop
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| I peel out, burn rubber on the pill-popper
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| Lil' mama toss cock, she a drill doctor
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| Make her whip a soft rock like she Phil Collins, real honest
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| What’s in the dark hit the light like a beam
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| Bitch on the park, I’ma fight, I’ma bleed
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| You ain’t got heart, you a mark in these streets
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| Bitch, I do what I talk and I call what I see
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| I’m a real gangster, tight grill, big bank take lil' paper
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| Accumulate more cash, how you kill a hater
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| It’s through the banker, gettin' a bag, feelin' innovative
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| Bitch, I been a gangster
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| Rest in peace to the boy, in the streets, unemployed
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| With all these damn ones on me, it’s a morgue
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| They put some bread on me, but what’s in store?
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| Most my niggas got felonies, gangster galore
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| I’m a gangster for sure (Ayy, it’s Philthy, nigga, uh-huh)
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| Check my gangster report (Ayy, do that, Sem City Money Man)
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| Look, you was shootin' threes, I was shootin' enemies (I was)
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| These pussy niggas crossin' game with no penalties (Pussy)
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| I been rockin' all Gucci, bitch, double G’s (Designer)
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| Check my gangster report, bitch, I been a G (It's Philthy)
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| Because I’m havin' money, that don’t mean that I ain’t with the shit (Uh-uh)
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| Yeah, I’m still with the shit but now a nigga rich (Sem City Money Man)
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| Drop a bag on his head and get a nigga hit (Ayy, do that)
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| Have every nigga in your city ride around with sticks (Philthy)
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| Really in my neighborhood gettin' crack off (Seminary)
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| I was really outside when it cracked off (Swear to God)
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| Yellow tape, brake pads on the track off (Is that right?)
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| Fourth of July, tryna let this MAC off (It's Philthy)
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| I’m good in every hood that I push up on (Solid)
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| Them blocks that I been, you never pushed up on (Never)
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| You the type of nigga we’ll push up on (Sucker)
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| Mini-skirt and high heels and your push-up bra, it’s Philthy
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| Rest in peace to the boy, in the streets, unemployed
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| With all these damn ones on me, it’s a morgue
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| They put some bread on me, but what’s in store?
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| Most my niggas got felonies, gangster galore
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| I’m a gangster for sure
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| Check my gangster report |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Report , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Fake Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп