Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 19.10.2009
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health |
| (Gangsta!) He pumps like 24. |
| 24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo' |
| (Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper |
| Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker |
| YEAH! |
| We ridin, we — gon’die foolin |
| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME! |
| (Gangsta!) |
| . |
| I’ma put this straight |
| I’m not gon’threaten you with hooks if you look this way |
| I’m not gon', write no songs — so please don’t think |
| that since sometimes I’m quiet, that I bite my tongue |
| Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth |
| So leave with life as long’s you come in peace |
| I’m the protocol of all the street rules |
| Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them |
| I’m goin all out — for everything I believe in Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about |
| Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar |
| Feel me nigga; |
| naw fuck that, feel me more |
| And whoever sayin 'fuck me’can suck me And we can bang, I done came a long way from «U Can’t Touch Me», nigga! |
| YEAH! |
| I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin |
| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME! |
| . |
| My swagger’s crazy |
| We can, forget your momma ever had a baby |
| Regis; |
| I don’t care who the fuck you is Keep yo', hands to yo’self, I will cut yo’limbs OFF |
| Sixty shots’ll quickly hit you |
| pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF! |
| Yeah, I’m strictly Pesci — you hear me a made man |
| I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me Yeah, the tec’s good |
| Jammin’s always out the question, call me Suge’of the Midwest wood |
| Yeah, the part of the poem that’s deep |
| He will, blast you after he’s had a glass of Bacardi Limon |
| Yeah, let’s get it on, I’m strictly the classic — rap |
| You know it’s on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah! |
| BLOAW! |
| I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin |
| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME! |
| He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!) |
| More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!) |
| Always huntin niggaz, never hunted |
| You can bet eleven-hundred — he is. |
| (Yeah) As ignorant as it gets |
| Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits |
| (Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap |
| I’ll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back |
| to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya |
| I’m the essence, of the use of violence |
| Move in silence, HUSH, then I’ll close your eyelids (close) |
| I’m goin all out — my enemies on they knees |
| harder I squeeze, bullets’ll leave your brains out |
| (BACK UP!) Watch me move |
| I’ll speak the language of heat, plus I’m good with the tools (yeah) |
| So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly |
| Nuttin to lose, I’m no bitch nigga, please come get me — killa |
| (Gangsta!) I’m ridin, I am gon’die foolin |
| Laws and rules don’t apply to ME! |
| He got yo’motherfuckin number! |
| (Gangsta!) |
| Though yo’life is second to his (Gangsta!) |
| You still gon’die first. |
| (It's 5−9 — gangsta!) |
| Yeah! |
| (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!) |