this song was dedicated to all those heads you see with a bandana talkin guns and murder that don't know the half of what they are sayin...it was wrote to a beat and it'll be on audio soon
so you're a gangsta now....i aint a gangsta, aint my life-style...
i been there though...seen how shit goes down
.....you think you got the heart....
GANGSTA....
(hook)
You got the mind of a rebel, Stay in line with the metal
An ingridient of evil, you lye in the kettle
Part of this system designed by the devil
Fuck the world because ya mind isn't level
One life homie there aint a second trip
You think your souls ready, are you definate
Nomore beliefs, no priest no confessin shit
Life of gangsta, you dont know depth of it
(verse 1)
you ruff riden, homiciden deciden who the next slug'll slide in
you don't fear dien a fierce lion, come on gangsta do i hear cryin?
i aint even striken with lightin, it's only thunder now
let's walts around the kitchen of the underground
you boast ya caken and if a posers haten you got a toasta waitin
so lemme show ya faces a glimpse of hell, and the host is satan
you aint shit but a show, backstage is where the phantom lyes
a man who's wise don't brag of his mags, cuz then his covers vandalized
daily ya skulls gettin split the minute you fall in the pit
fallen angels are callin for dibs, a thousand blades all in ya ribs
gamble with hell and get ya cards mangeled, yea every bars strangled
(hook)
(verse 2)
since 1st grade you put'em in a swirley state
life plan laid, you say fuck saint peter and the perly gates
no need for details, became a druglord from coca leave sales
burner sparkin, you so cold hearted but noone can freeze hell
my message is sick, witness the presence of it the lesson is this,
don't say you gangsta unless you ready to get ya testicales ripped
i spit gore, hip hop revival, this form i spit ill like lip sores
venomus, weaponless, as real as rippin intestants wit pitch forks
that's why we laugh at ya geeks, and come with massacre speech
you fake viben, only time you riden is in passanger seats
you aint graspin the streets, real gangstas bring havoc for keeps
no mortal man can clash wit the beast
(hook)
(verse 3)
you wunna be convict out and rep a cell block
death row call it hell watch, cuz you kept ba-rellz cocked
life aint easy, but evil here is only the surfaces realm
a murderers tale, would be jail then the 3rd circle of hell
use to be calm as a bitch now you jeffery dahlmer-n- shit
if you dont get ya dues then afterlife is where karma is flipped
demons haunted my scripts now they're gone in the mist
you're teamin wit demons? stupid ass you're the reason condoms exist
fuck guns man, i'll collapse your face with one hand
follow the light, closest you been to dark is a sun tan
every second a demons tearin ya flesh
so GANGSTA you wanna see where the evil spirit is kept?
(hook 2x)
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