Bred For War - Lyrics - Death Metal - Dismember

Title: Bred For War
Album: Death Metal
Artist: Dismember
Composer(s): Frederik John Estby, David Sven Blomqvist, Matti Johani Karki

Lyric:
Three hundred years has passed
Time is ripe for return
Back to the holy lands
Where our souls yearn

Across the barren waste
Through the mists of space
From sun to sun
Who will win the race

We are bred for war
Heed the crusader call
To claim the sacred prize
The cradle of us all

Like a sword we cut
Through occupied lands
Bringing justice and order
To a lesser race

We shall conquer you all
And rule with an iron hand

And then came the day
Of cursed [unverified]
Where seven was gathered
Against a greater white

Only one met success
Through the firestorm

We are bred for war
Hear the Ghost bear roar
We are bred for supremacy
Fear the jaguar claws

We breed to improve
Feel the Jade falcons wrath
We are bred for war
We are bred for death

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Thug On Da Line - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug On Da Line
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Charles Scruggs, Sarkis Balasanyan, Vachik Aganiantz, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man
On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga
And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface
And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down

Wanna be down, but can't never be down
And that's simple because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga
You know them niggaz that always talk the real shit
But they can never walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you

Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you
Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile
You know that number to dial when in need of work
I proceeds to lurk, squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon

And it's a whole lot of semen in this dick
Packin' biscuit, once the biscuits is baked
It boils down to the risk us niggaz take
Try Asu and leave ya loable to get floored

And if you ain't fully insured you ain't just asleep
Nigga snore, I got somethin' it
(All things)
You got some Henny nigga pour it
(We can all drank)

I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love
Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug
The company I keep be wantin' me to heat fuck boom
I don't really wanna scorn, how I'm supposed to warn?

My folk once provoked, it's on and not gradually
Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em I dump naturally
Ay, yo, ay yo whatever you, saw I seen it whatever I say, I mean it
Most of y'all bitch niggaz wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it
Recognize the wisdom fuck that nigga shootin' clips

Matter of fact I'm tired of talkin, pull you pistol keep walkin'
Catch me on the puly wearin' a hoody
Or standin' on nigga lines, stressin', conversation
About dyin' it's Thugline that niggaz be askin' who is he?
It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy

Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be
Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E
Got niggaz in the club killas out for blood
Motherfucker's hit the floor when we lit shit up

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)

Nigga, anyway you want, this is Thugline willin'
And ready to dump fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
I got my line right here, here
You can step and we can jump it off right here

Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz
How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real?
How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh?
Fuckin' with the Line it's about time someone took it over

I'ma get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over
I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe
You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up
I know you like that, throw your hands up

Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns
Dumpin' on these trick niggaz for funds
Titties bouncin' in the lo-lo, creepin' real slow
La Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no more

So trick, hit the floor, it's that boss bitch
Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch
Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not
I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence

It seems you don't understand my pockets pitfil
So it's critical that I get the dough right now
All your wants I can't satisfy needs
Can't determine do's and don'ts amplifies my greed to multiply my G's

You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggaz
Quick to bust the fourth-fifth for more figures
Standin' on the Frontline with my fan bam, Thugline
Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine

Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider
Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place
We'll show 'em who 'bout it, 'bout it
How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it

I'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha
Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law'
And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car
Partna don't get me started

Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that mode I'm harmless
When her bare arms we far from harmless
This is the bomb shit so ring the alarm
Takin' over the yard, nigga Thugline's in charge

On guard a new clique, and we got new shit
These niggaz ain't nobody you wanna fool with either
So be cool with it, then niggaz won't have any problems
357 revolver is all it takes to squash an solve 'em

We all in this business to get paid but meanwhile
We gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles
Made us some cheese, now fuck the world
Tell 'em Krayzie said it, will I ever switch?

Get out the thug shit? Nigga forget it
I'm real with these niggaz, I chill with these niggaz
I kill for these niggaz, 'cause these my niggaz

That's right nigga, just do y'all niggaz know y'all fuckin' with
The niggaz that's gone put the raw back in the game
Niggaz that's 100 percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga
Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers
On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call

Asu, where you at?
(Hey, yo Thug On Da Line)
K-Mont where you at?
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line)
Wish Bone where you at?
(What, Thug On Da Line)
La Reece where you at?
(Playa, Thug On Da Line)

You niggaz knowin' where I'm at
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line)
The Line yeah, yeah, that motherfuckin' thug ass
Track you hear is my nigga Super Sako, we keep it thuggin'

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Sacred Reich - Lyrics - Sacred Reich

Title: Sacred Reich
Artist: Sacred Reich
Composer(s): Phil Rind

Lyric:
Striking fear in the hearts of men
War machine will leave you dead
[Incomprehensible] sky
The end is near, it's your time to die

Lightning war hitting fast and hard
[Incomprehensible] caught off guard
The Fuhrer's troops invade the land
[Incomprehensible] the master plan

Blitzkrieg, lightning war
Hitler to kill them all
Pure bred Aryan man
Sacred Reich's master plan

[Incomprehensible] control the world
Exterminate those who stand in his way
Evil butchers know just what to do
Killing millions of Russians and Jews

Can this madman be stopped?
Is there hope for world peace?
We must kill Hitler
To stop this Nazi disease

Blitzkrieg, lightning war
Hitler to kill them all
Pure bred Aryan man
Sacred Reich's master plan

Goering's Luftwaffe turned to ash
Stormtroopers fall in defeat
The end of the final solution
The Third Reich falls to it's knees

His dream undone
Hitler is dead
The beloved Fuhrer
Put a bullet in his head

Blitzkrieg, lightning war
Hitler to kill them all
Pure bred Aryan man
Sacred Reich's master plan

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Declaration Of War - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: Declaration Of War
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Willie Dennis, Brad Jordan, Mike Dean, Anthony Gilmour

Lyric:
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag

Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools

Ski mask you come up to where you lay at
Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names

You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is
Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here

It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say
Fuck what video do, but this is all day

Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike
I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true shit

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

Aight, let's get serious
Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period
If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes
Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes

It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha

While your label only behind you greasin' his dick
Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked

Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes
Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass
In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth

Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody

Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin'
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn

Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya

Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish

A declaration of a war and it's a warnin'
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that

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It'S A Love Thing - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: It'S A Love Thing
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Corey Penn, Pete Phillips, Denosh Bennett

Lyric:
You're beautiful, the way you wear that, share that
Have many ladies but nothing can compare to that smile
That style that drives men wild
That ring could have Big Daddy walkin' down the isle

Proper you a show stopper, girl endure dropper
I can see me leavin' Suze and bring it home to mama
What you lookin' at is pure bred stallion
I'm slayin' it, you really care to know whose jay in it

Oh, how lucky are we catch you comin' out the shower
And I'm right there to wipe down your body
Spread that scented lotion all around your curves
Anything you want, all she deserves

Baby, calm your nerves, make this work
Only thing in life you fear is being hurt
Here to protect thought otherwise
I'm here to correct you can trust me

You and I now that's a hot couple
When it's off in the same club
Now you askin' for nothing but trouble
Watch you jumpin' at the Red Labels

Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables
Shut down the joint, me I'm just laid back and all
Surrounded by the gangsters puffin' on the cigar
Badder chick in the world keep niggaz cranked

Yes, the hottest chick on the planet keep a nigga ranked
The question is, can you top that homie?
You can probably pull something close but stop that homie
Not even, could have that even if I stopped breathin'

Don't hope for that my ghost will be pokin' the steel
Read my will my boys get it all, no gimmicks
But I'm here to let you know my jump off is off limits
Life and love get made for a thug
Once I settled in you made me a gentleman

Tot game is crazy diamonds off the lettle
Travel through these ghettos drop to top
Let 'em see what I'm workin' with came to win
How the don keeps the fun to blow in the wind

World war is magnetic that attracts loot
She look Wall Street briefcase, pen strife suit
The hair rub in a bun, spectacles on her nose
Any deal she makes, my business grows

They say, a woman's never satisfied
Till she have me to fill it to her heart's content
It's my blessing, God gave you to me
And words can't describe, what you do for me

Your C.L. is, love me or love me not
But no-one can match this chemistry we got
Why they all fall, you C.L.'s wive
'Cause all we got is each other a bond for life

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An Enemy Led The Tempest - Lyrics - Damnation And A Day - Cradle Of Filth

Title: An Enemy Led The Tempest
Album: Damnation And A Day
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Dani Davey, Adrian Erlandsson, Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Martin F Powell, Gianpiero Piras, D Pybus

Lyric:
As pride precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall
Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung
Between forgiveness and the damage done

An electric scent over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their serenades
Through white glades as his winged parade
Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

Within vast skies unversed in starkness
His might grew
And blew light hues to gray
And worse, a third of stars to darkness

Then thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening night
A line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throats of thieves
As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war

He would not heel nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in a Balrog howls
Upon a storm firstborn of sin

Incensed anew, rebellions tore
Like frenzied beasts of prey
Through temple doors
Through east before the midnight masses

And where once bliss reigned so serene
In sweeter glades
Now veins ran openly
Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes

When suddenly there shone a hideous light
And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech
Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for this grave mistake
How thou art falling morning sun

The proud will be abased

He would not heel
Nor fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
And lo the wrath of God swept down

Thou art no more an Angel filled with light
But a leech to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer my burning will
Quoth this raven nevermore

Never fucking more

And with these words like heavy stone cast against that gilded throne
With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee
His eyes a picture of distaste, dawn to tears and in their place
The dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity

I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt that slithered like a Serpent tongue to Eve
For once as I in Heaven climbed too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie that fool was me

Alone and cold, face to the crack
Beyond dark gates with no way back
His crown of gold faded to black
Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers

With thrill-kill
Culture shock wave lengths
Of rope to hang high
Ten commandments by snaked about his upraised fingers

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Wolves - Lyrics - Machine Head

Title: Wolves
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Dave Mcclain, Phil Demmel, Robert Flynn

Lyric:
Unleash the wolves
Carnage has no rules
Comparison, competition
We'll bury one and all, all

Look in the eyes of rage
A loyalty bred of suffering
The fire inside, it burns eternally, victory

Look in the eyes of pain
The scars on our souls forever remain
Calling the sheltered
Of the broken wing, join the fray

Bury our rivals
Shotguns, knives, rifles

A family of the unwanted
Beaten, stunted, dysfunction
A brotherhood that is of violence
And to tyrants, bow to none

Unleash the wolves
Carnage has no rules
Comparison, competition
We'll bury one and all

Look in the eyes of hate
A circle of hell, they come to pray
United against all that come threatening
Lay to waste

Look in the eyes of the free
Bound to each other's longevity
Guarding the back of Alpha's dignity, savagely

Bury our rivals
Shotguns, knives, rifles

A family of the unwanted
Beaten, stunted, dysfunction
A brotherhood that is of violence
And to tyrants, bow to none

Unleash the wolves
Carnage has no rules
Comparison, competition
We'll bury one and all

Come closer, walk with me in hell
Dear rival, fear in you I smell
A fist to face is all fair game now
The pack attacking, the sacrificial
Pray for the prayers, oh

Reaping the sour seeds of death's bread
Into and claw the scent of the dead

Come closer, walk with me in hell
A rival, fear in you I smell
A fist to face is all fair game now
The pack attacking, the sacrificial
Pray for the prayers, oh

War, that far one
Spreading our population far across the land
Loving to fornicate, respecting the command
Rally the warriors, tally the score
In every victory is solace

But there's no satisfaction
No satisfaction
There is no satisfaction
There is no satisfaction
And there never will be

Bury our rivals
Shotguns, knives, rifles

A family of the unwanted
Beaten, stunted, dysfunction
A brotherhood that is of violence
And to tyrants, bow to none

A family of the unwanted
Beaten, stunted, dysfunction
A brotherhood that is of violence
And we fail to die

Unleash the wolves
Carnage has no rules
Comparison, competition
We'll bury one and all

Unleash the wolves
Carnage has no rules now
For night will fall
Beware the call, dominate all

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Everybody Loves Me Baby - Lyrics - Don Mclean

Title: Everybody Loves Me Baby
Artist: Don Mclean
Composer(s): Don Mclean

Lyric:
One, two, three, four

Fortune has me well in hand
Armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land
Buried deep beneath the sand

The angels guide my every tread
My enemies are sick or dead
But all the victories I've led
Haven't brought you to my bed

You see, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Now the purest race I've bred for thee
To live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree
Awaits the first born boy baby

And my face on every coin engraved
The anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved
By the grateful people I have saved

You see, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Now, no land is beyond my claim
When land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim
If war is hell, I'm not to blame

Why, you can't blame me I'm heaven's child
I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde
But he didn't mind, why, he just smiled

Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through
And the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value
By everyone I meet but you

'Cause I've used my talents as I could
I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so
C'mon and treat me like you should

Because everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Tell me what did I do
To offend you?

Yeah, everybody loves me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Tell me what did I do
To offend you?

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My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist - Lyrics - 5 Songs - Decemberists

Title: My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist
Album: 5 Songs
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Meloy

Lyric:
My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist, pre-war in Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground
And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis

And there in the half-light , the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina, they drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the Reich

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
Left for the cattle but later was found by a communist
Who'd deserted his ranks to follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina

Well, I get letters sometimes they bought the plantation
She weeds the tobacco, he offends the nation
And they write, "Don't be a stranger, y'hear, sincerely, your sister"

So my parents had me to the disgust of the prostitutes
Bred in a brothel, surprisingly raised with tender care
'Til the money got tight and they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game of high stakes Canasta

But he made me a sailor on his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm from main mast to jib sheet
But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery

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Gangsta Gangsta - Lyrics - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live - Lil Scrappy

Title: Gangsta Gangsta
Album: Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan H Smith, William Andrew Holmes, La Marquis Jefferson, Craig Love

Lyric:
I'm a gangsta, gangsta, two, four, five
A charger on the boost and baby girl you wanna ride
With a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, that's me
Chillin' out ridin' dirty, comin' down yo' street

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, trick and sweet up
Got a fella killa with me, drop down, G's up
'Cause I'm a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, top of the lick
BME motherfucka, get yo' mind right bitch

Some many ways, you can spray, get hit
Wit da K, and da yay, ain't gon' motherfuckin' say
Hey, hey, that you might get touch
'Cause dem gangsta ass niggaz they don't talk too much

Come around, fuck wit me and then you might get rush
Now I ain't wit da yap and I make the gat go bust
Keep fuckin' wit us, we off the dangerous
Show you the mean and the hash, the hash is just a dust

Catch me lay back in the lac
I don't know if dem hatas gon' handle that
Keep yo' motherfuckin' hands out my pockets fat
Hey, y'all motherfuckas' betta' get back

Yeah, all the young ladies call me, get it mad
I don't know if y'all lames don' understand
You can see the back stacks off, in my pants
Try to keep it like a lame, you don't got a chance, boi'

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, two, four, five
A charger on the boost and baby girl you wanna ride
With a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, that's me
Chillin' out ridin' dirty, comin' down yo' street

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, trick and sweet up
Got a fella killa with me, drop down, G's up
'Cause I'm a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, top of the lick
Gorilla unit mothafucker, get yo' mind right bitch

Whatchu lookin? at, you ain?t hard and ain?t ready
Out this nigga on the plane, I?ll punch who screams at me
Yeen been so hot, 'cause you know me, goddammit
Knock you off ya balance, if yo? ass try to challenge

Who me, I ain?t say, I was no killa
I just say that I ain't no bitch nigga
You ain't thinkin', I was gone trowed up, nah did ya
Besides that's my lil' homie pullin' that trigga

I hit the mall by myself, the hood by myself
When I meet L.A., I rock the hatas wit the belt
On the picture, side to side, you can see me wit the meel
I'm so gangsta, I need to blow out the fill

And I ain't actin', I'm just real like that
Make my grill look good, wit the forty-five stacks
Some of y'all motherfuckas ain't built like that
I got gangsta in my blood, so you can kiss my ass

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, two, four, five
A charger on the boost and baby girl you wanna ride
With a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, that's me
Chillin' out ridin' dirty, comin' down yo' street

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, trick and sweet up
Got a fella killa with me, drop down, G's up
'Cause I'm a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, top of the lick
BME motherfucka, get yo' mind right bitch

Got the white walls on the old school, that?s gangsta
When I whip up, all the hoes choose, that?s gangsta
I get money like I?m fuckin' supposed to, that?s gangsta
Yeah, I know I?m gangsta but how bout? you, not gangsta

All black shirt wit the black out shoes
Black two socks, with the matchin' hat to
In my G-unit jeans in straight war blue
'Cause where I?m from be in the play is gangsta smooth

I'm a gorilla on the hoes, keep my lil' pimpin', straight on G mo'
Up in the club wit my pockets on swole
Oh, you think I?m sweet, then try me fo?
Get stomped to the do'

I was born in the A', raised in the A'
When I dip my dirt nigga, I ain?t gon' say
Shit, I was gon' grow up and been a gangsta anyway
Got a couple of war wounds on the gangsta face

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, two, four, five
A charger on the boost and baby girl you wanna ride
With a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, that's me
Chillin' out ridin' dirty, comin' down yo' street

I'm a gangsta, gangsta, trick and sweet up
Got a fella killa with me, drop down, G's up
'Cause I'm a gangsta, gangsta, yeah, top of the lick
Gorilla unit mothafucker, get yo' mind right bitch

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