Gangsta Boo - Life in The Metro lyrics
[the kaze]
1 - we shootin' to killnigga
We shootin' to killnigga
Ain't no fuckin' warning shots
When you come around here nigga
All the things that I gotyo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metro's so cold
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[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 ondon't stop
In the airsuper 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 hellcan 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
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[the kaze]
I'm in this world with no one to turn to
I'm livin' kinda thuggish
Thinkin' crookedjust to come up
You see this fuckin' world
And ? is without the beat
So I kick it by my lonely
This real gto 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 wealthit 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'sso please
Don't go rubbin'? ? gonna make me
Get right down crazy
This city has got me pacin'
And I can't take it
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I'm thinkin' miserysufferin'ambush and sorrow
I'm filled with drama
When I lose my soulthe ? 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 itwe down for whatever
Wheneverwhat niggathink 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 sorryit's killin' season
Killa kaze and prophet posse
The last days we lit 'em
It ain't no time to get sloppy
Standin' strongholdin' on
Competition can't stop it
To all my foesI let you know
I keep that 9 in my pocket
I pop itstraight at your ass if you ever try to apouse
The result from all the ?
All was left was dead souls
To my rappers out devouringleft them holding like the bible
I sustainin this game
A mack for lifeI'm out this thangman
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