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Gangsta Boo Miscellaneous Life in the Metro [The Kaze] 1 - We shootin' to kill, nigga We shootin' to kill, nigga Ain't no fuckin' warning shots When you come around here nigga All the things that I got, yo Is shit I worked hard for Life in the metro's so cold Repeat 1 [Gangsta Boo] I'm on some other type shit I'm on some crazy ass shit I'm on some fuck with me bitch I'm on some get your ass kicked It's not the power of Miss The work of secret politics (The rumor's turned to an arena) Between the old and new bitch I think ?? that don't move to ?? Society has been the education of ? Movin' up the escalator Risin' to the fuckin' top Party on, don't stop In the air, super hot Ya better beware What we believe is what we share To get rumblin' like the Bronx Like the Chinese folks was there I'm fuckin' live that is ?believe well? It's known to be the truth It's ? of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga? Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit pops off? Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off With a fuckin' sawed off Project told you once before Workin' to ensure my victory For my side ho Repeat 1 [The Kaze] I'm in this world with no one to turn to I'm livin' kinda thuggish Thinkin' crooked, just to come up You see this fuckin' world And ? is without the beat So I kick it by my lonely This real G, to make my riches Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses I'm takin' losses Cuz ?? resurrect from all this player hation You see my nation is mass destruction And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls And it's so bad because I know Oh they done clickin' with the quickness Because this system is makin' hard How else can I make a livin' And then my children I'm thinkin' deeply With wealth, it be a better future It ain't our fault that our enemies bleed When I'm smokin' weed It entoxes me ?? what I do to all you fake ass G's, so please Don't go rubbin', ?? gonna make me Get right down crazy This city has got me pacin' And I can't take it Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow I'm filled with drama When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers You wonder what's really real When fuckin' with G's like mack Pop-pop from the glock Curiousity killed the cat Bust it, we down for whatever Whenever, what nigga, think you clever? My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath Death and stormy weather It's thunderin' and lightening Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies I'm runnin' up on the scene ??? up in a Farrari I'm sorry, it's killin' season Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse The last days we lit 'em It ain't no time to get sloppy Standin' strong, holdin' on Competition can't stop it To all my foes, I let you know I keep that 9 in my pocket I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse The result from all the ? All was left was dead souls To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible I sustain, in this game A mack for life, I'm out this thang, man Repeat 1 |
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