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letra de he's a gangsta - e-40

[intro:]
he’s a he’s a he he’s a gangsta (8x)

[verse 1: e-40]
funkmaster like flex heavy metal remedy (blahoo)
knock ya out’cha socks put’chu out your misery (owh)
homicide try’na holla they wanna question me {“we need to talk to you”}
cause i’m always into beef and smoke broccoli [coughs]
i do my dirt by my lonely i ain’t tellin’ on me
i keep my mouth shut like james beasley and lil d, solid
find me guilty i do my time even if i’m sixty
long as i get out with my pride and my f-ckin’ dignity
real, born in it surrounded k!llers, dealers and robbers
mommas identifying bodies in they pajamas (that’s my baby)
teenagers packing and riding ’round with them llamas (rah rah)
squeezing on n-ggas like anacondas (bah)
i’ll put tips on a n-gga we can fade and we can locked up like this
or we can get off into some of that old shoot-em-up bang-bang gangsta sh-t (blaoo)
most of the time it’s over a b-tch when the funk spark
this dog gotta bite that’ll back up his bark
b-tch!

[hook: kaveo/e-40]
yeah, broad daylight or midnight he’ll air this m-th-f-cka out
(he’s a gangsta)
we don’t buddy up we dummy up
one squeeze’ll bring a n-gga to his knees
(he’s a gangsta)
you didn’t know, we got fireworks we’ll come through and grand finale yo block
(he’s a gangsta)
if we cross paths or bump heads, it ain’t on on sight it’s on demand
(he’s a gangsta)

[verse 2: messy marv]
black mobs, beaver minks and black glocks
kim cole hard bottoms n-gga with no socks
this gangsta in it dawg nah ain’t got candy paint
i beat it my cases with cash my n-gga no running
my heart pump no fear to a n0body
you drive by material black maserati
one n-gga, one black mack, four black bodies
giving n-ggas scared play homie like greg woolley
and i ain’t into playing no checkers with’chu lil n-ggas
homie i knock down pines and f-ck over rooks
i got gangstas from that lil d ear shook
i catch ya digging in ya nose and life can get tooks
n-ggas never seen a c-n-li suit
show i showed em one and double so let’cha know i’m coppin’ mo than one
when i’m yanking on sumthin’ i’m poppin’ mo than one
if i see ya -ss and give ya a p-ss then ya owe me one

[hook:]

[verse 3: the jacka]
err place i show up i got the pistol trippin’
all my n-ggas feel safe when i’m in the building
make a n-gga feel raped when i slap his melon
with the -ss of the cannon spot get ready
by a hyenas
harder than life a level for we dine divas
tech cool with ya sickness of swine netter
never heard a tech cause these fakers a prime-retta
fresh up outta tina’s back in the crime bidness
keep my lawyer paid cause she is a d-mn g*nius
keep my n-ggas paid to murder the star witness
never saw a reign when n-ggas is start snitching
but part of the game is death so now it’s just more k!lling
selling up a pack to send in him to a fella
who slit his f-ckin neck fore he think about telling
eight a thousand years like a gladys knight breakfast and i’m in the lobby fear cause

[hook:]

[outro:]
he’s a he’s a he he’s a gangsta (8x)

- e 40

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