Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Gangsta, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Real Gangsta |
| She don’t know why |
| But all she knows |
| Is that her youngest child |
| Is a real gangsta now |
| You see… |
| He was a good kid all through elementary |
| A’s and B’s and had no enemies |
| But he saw all the G’s as he walked home |
| He couldn’t read all the words on the walls though |
| So many letters was crossed out with X’s |
| He wondered he knew not to ask those questions |
| No pops, and his mom worked tooth and nail |
| She managed to buy him some shoes on sale |
| She didn’t know, she bought the wrong color |
| And they stayed in the closet all summer |
| Even though the kid wasn’t affiliated |
| He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated |
| Now he’s in Middle School, same individual |
| But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult |
| This is the life of a young Mexican |
| Verse one done take me to the second one |
| 6th grade, «why so much homework?» |
| Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt |
| Momma still ain’t back from her job yet |
| So he eats it cause that’s all he got left |
| Then he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon |
| His last dog was a victim of a hit n run |
| There’s a knock on his door it’s his homeboy |
| Your mom’s gone? |
| He pulls out a chrome toy |
| «Where'd you get that from?» |
| The kid asked |
| We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed |
| It was the first time he ever held a real gun |
| To get one of these you gotta steal one |
| We too young they won’t let us buy a gat |
| Now if they shoot at us we can fiya back |
| Who is they and why would they blast at me? |
| Cause you from the hood fool, this is family |
| A year passes now the kids Dickies sag |
| In his pocket got a knife and a nickel bag |
| And the homeboy that showed him his first gun |
| Got killed last week in a burban |
| Putting work in 45 jerkin' |
| Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin |
| Closed casket touched as you strolled past it |
| Got his name tattooed on two hoes asses |
| So he’ll still be remembered often while |
| His little bitch gettin' hit doggy style |
| It ain’t stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground |
| On her knees yelling «Please Lord not my child |
| I want to watch him smile |
| He can turn his Pac up loud |
| He can sleep with his pitbull on the couch» |
| And while the kid is listening to her words |
| All he can think about is bloody, bloody murders |