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Lyfe of tha real Gangstas

  1. [VERSE 1]
  2. Blasting the assault rifle
  3. capping your sorry ass
  4. cancelling your survival
  5. another insect
  6. splattered, HA!
  7. Bandana on, no one to suspect
  8. entertained, having the wine pouring
  9. legs up on the table, relaxed
  10. later to be snoring
  11. next day, trading crystal
  12. to keep my expenses
  13. awaiting my pay
  14. rumbled notes, highly stacked
  15. my wallets fully packed
  16. continuing my trafficking
  17. bitches going low
  18. providing a blow
  19. rapping about this shit,
  20. making these lines flow
  21. while the lighter begins to glow
  22. suckers that wanna talk shit
  23. will be struck, like a napalm hit
  24. unleashing a hellstorm of rounds
  25. representing my grounds
  26. talking shit, you get a blast
  27. the streets are cold
  28. but it's all about making that Gold
  29. don't like these rhymes? Well, fuck you!
  30. I'll set you up in a death row queue
  31. one way ticket to the penitentiary
  32. you'll be regretting your entry
  33. little bitches acting supreme
  34. putting you in your place
  35. bashing your head open like cream.
  36.  
  37. [HOOK]
  38. Flipping out a blade from my side and it's shining
  39. just as the punk bitches kept whining
  40. just as the punk bitches fled, perfect timing
  41. funny shit that I had to put into my rhyming.
  42.  
  43. [VERSE 2]
  44. Two rags thrown up in the air
  45. both being different colours
  46. beef starts, shots fired from a flare
  47. to call in the backup
  48. rounds whistling all over the place
  49. sights pointed at the opponent’s face
  50. more dead bodies on the concrete
  51. then come the feds, cleaning up the street
  52. flashing lights appearing, running feet
  53. wheels drifting off in a heartbeat
  54. hiding in our cribs
  55. pounding on the door
  56. I open up, who can it be?
  57. feds slamming us down to the floor
  58. questions asked, we are on mute
  59. one snitch raising his voice
  60. compromising us, we’re put behind bars
  61. when we get out, we’ll swarm
  62. on the little bitch, leaving him with scars
  63. that’s how the streets work
  64. just as the punk police start to lurk
  65. in their vision it’s like a perk
  66. Corrupt feds pulling us over, going berserk
  67. shaking my pockets, finding nothing, I smirk
  68. they were wishing to bust me for illegal murk.
  69.  
  70. [HOOK]
  71. Flipping out a blade from my side and it's shining
  72. just as the punk bitches kept whining
  73. just as the punk bitches fled, perfect timing
  74. funny shit that I had to put into my rhyming.
  75.  
  76. [VERSE 3]
  77. Swinging in with the L next to my belt
  78. kicking down the doors
  79. entering the local stores
  80. leaving the till empty, grabbing the scores
  81. red and blue colours appearing
  82. in my car’s mirror,
  83. just as the feds get nearer
  84. pulling out the pin, dashing it out of the window
  85. making my way clearer
  86. just as I see the flames increase
  87. they spread like the bubonic disease
  88. I just laugh, while polishing my Uzi’s
  89. typical gangsta violence
  90. capping the fuckers, expecting silence
  91. went to the bar where my homies chill
  92. drinking till my head starts sinking
  93. going back to the block
  94. fucking the ho’s
  95. until I caught a bitch in my room
  96. trying to steal my shit
  97. dashed the bitch out of the door
  98. without this dough, she is poor
  99. later the bitch came strapped
  100. my homies opened the door
  101. with golden AK’s, the bitch crapped
  102. another fucked up thing to laugh about
  103. empty bottles next to me, I pass out
  104. same with the others
  105. the homies we are, like brothers
  106. from different mothers.
  107.  
  108. [HOOK]
  109. Flipping out a blade from my side and it's shining
  110. just as the punk bitches kept whining
  111. just as the punk bitches fled, perfect timing
  112. funny shit that I had to put into my rhyming.

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