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Gangsta *featuring Cutty Mack [Royce] Yeah, yeah, yeah.. [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] (Gangsta!) The weight carries itself Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health (Gangsta!) He pumps like 24.. 24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo' (Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] .. I'ma put this straight I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth So leave with life as long's you come in peace I'm the protocol of all the street rules Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga! YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Chorus] [Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"] .. My swagger's crazy We can, forget your momma ever had a baby Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF Sixty shots'll quickly hit you pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF! Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me Yeah, the tec's good Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah! BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Chorus] [Interlude] He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!) More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!) Always huntin niggaz, never hunted You can bet eleven-hundred - he is. [Verse Three: Cutty Mack] (Yeah) As ignorant as it gets Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits (Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya I'm the essence, of the use of violence Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close) I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out (BACK UP!) Watch me move I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah) So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa [Royce Da 5'9"] (Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Chorus] [Outro + (Royce)] He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!) Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!) You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!) Yeah! (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!)
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