U-God

U-God - Dats Gangsta lyrics

Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches

Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office

Crunch time steroid big boy itches

Eyes that lay for blood money riches

Switches thug men gunmen dirty lung sticker

Arch-crime Hitler, lurking with the lifter

Shift the man vs. man heavy on the hands

Chef in the kitchen cooking love love..slam!

Blow out the stash; keep the bundle in the bush and the trash

D-up, burn brother for the real..fast

Terrible lung split frame for reala

One-man go low hit man guerilla

Whispering there something of a thriller, killer

Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff

Dirty tombs diggin' you and my duty

Rudy, mighty rap now toss another beauty

Truly yours Golden Arms New York native

Talk, shankin' my mouth now gangsta walk

[Chorus: U-God]

(effect)..Rock! Dat's Gangsta..What?

Dat's Gangsta

(effect) Rock! Rock on Dat's Gangsta..what?!

[U-God]

When I pump pump you'll prepare for a lump

Magnificent funk plus it's wild on the dump

Suckers can't fuck with the rhymes I conduct

I fuck this mic like some big Mike slut

Put your big shoes on now walk your struts

Thought your last rugged cuts was rough enough? Right?

Snuff you buck you stuck in the guts

Untenable thrust plus that hammerhead busts

Once I splash acapella wind shaft

This sick wild behavior can't shield from the BLAAST!

Thrash mash the pedal now dash

Outta town slangin' two bricks in my stash

Sound cage of rage livin'that status

That murderous thirst that's reign of the baddest

You heard it here first one verse then you're caught

Everybody jumpin' out gangsta walk rock

[Chorus : U-God]

[ U-God]

Raw, cold winds energize rebels

All our doors swingin' killing floor level

Explode code of silence my violence you respect

Liver than flesh that this mic head the best

Veteran chest never say die never say rest

The hang time derange in this rap game divine

Now change of the range bang with gansta our line

Bust the falcon mic mountain men you know the outcome

Define we pro dynamo I'm still scalpin'

The body countin' rhyme drop put it on kill now

Toil your girl in your Cadillac Seville chill

Golden arch stolen heart no I'm robbin' fed

Baddest women in the bed nigga mobbin'

[Chorus: U-God]

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