Some Gangster Shhh
guess what I'mma bust back with a fully loaded gloc/
pistol so hot that the devil told that he want his flames back//
your boy's the grim ripper and i'm more sicker than an tracks/
spit tin out aids cuz i burn mc each time i hop up pon the track//
and in this game ya don't want beef with me cause I'm just that nigga/
you have a gun oh well but do have the heart to pull the trigga//
cause my bullets is like crack because it's put holes in your brain/
so blank what you heard cause my whole crew is insane//
i'm down for my nation like obama said it's time for a change/
i live with no emotion my heart is stuck in this damn cage//
and lets make it clear your block ain't hot it's colder than the ice age/
i got old money i was on the block in the stone age//
Copyright © Dion Bess | Year Posted 2009
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