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letra de victim of this shit (original) - gangsta blac

[intro: dj paul, gangsta blac]
d-mn, gank
man, you bumped that k!ller from south park
oh, let me tell you, mane
ay, hold up, hold up
cut that sh-t down, mane
ain’t that that little eden n-gga, mane?
what’s up, dawg? blow one
ay, what’s up, pimp that mothaf-ckin’ song you made
gangsta n-gga, you know what i’m sayin’? the club fried, mane
you know what i’m sayin’?
talkin’ ’bout n-gga got anna with you, man
nah, dawg, that was just a little song
i’m tellin’ you, mane, get that boy, mane, get that b-tch, man
(-knocks-)
[hook/sample]
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
[verse 1: gangsta blac]
now i got my n-gga ibn he’s on the f-ckin’ side of me
another n-gga scarred, comin’ hard from the s.p.v
see you got me f-cked up
if you think that gangsta’s f-ckin’ soft
now come into south park
and i’ll be d-mned if i don’t break you off
give me one, give me one, yeah, smoke some f-ckin’ hay
who got head, f-ck that sh-t, let’s go and get a tanqueray
ridin’ through the park, laid back, so civilized
but inside, that funk can hypnotize
have you feelin’ woozy, grab that uzi, load a full clip
ibn with the automatic, fly, let’s go and k!ll that b-tch
gotta have somethin’ real quick, when i get that ho
let me call sl!ck, i know he’s game to ride that 5 point 0
ho, i’m ’bout to k!ll me a mothaf-cka
any kind of mothaf-cka
boom, boom, now let me see if i done k!lled that sucker
yeah, he’s gone, met the chrome
buck him ’til i saw some foam
comin’ out his f-ckin’ mouth
always tryin’ to claim the south (-gunshot-)

[hook/sample]
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
[verse 2: lil fly]
yeah, they done f-cked up, ’cause a playa’s on the scene
grew up on a boomin’ track, now i kick it on orleans
night and day, gabay, just around the f-ckin’ way
where playas always stand they ground
stayin’ funky, chiefin’ hay
if you wanna cross the ground, time for the beat down
psycho pain and gangsta weeds
bring them tones and plenty p
before we hit the parkin’ lot, south park is gotta get so deep
nardo with the glock, sl!cky ricky and the tony t
these playas, mane, you can not stop
i’m standin’ with the mastermind
of the f-ckin’ lyrics, paul’s beat and the devil’s lines
see i dwell in spv, with my folks, that’s every night
no, it’s not a gang, it’s not a club, it’s just fly way of life
i-b-n in the wind, ’cause i have no f-ckin’ pity
chronic city, funky town, funky town, chronic city
lil fly is in this mothaf-cka, treatin’ you bustas like a b-tch
pow, pow, pow, now you victim of this park sh-t! (-scream-)

[hook/sample]
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be doin’-
first i grab yo neck, and choke you out
i-i bet that you didn’t know that you’s a victim of this sh-t
that sh-t that we be-

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
n-ggas down to make some ends, n-ggas you ain’t makin’ f-ck
keep on talkin’ sh-t, i swear, i jack you for yo’ f-ckin’ truck
psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip
peewee with the thirty-eight, slug on his f-ckin’ hip
ho, you get me f-cked up, ’cause you know i likes to pack a gat
k!llas from south parkway, now how you gonna f-ckin’ act?
loop with the .40, he ain’t short, and he’ll shoot the b-tch
russel got his back, i know he do, he’s on that funky sh-t
man, got a plan that he made, to get that ho
peep that b-tch, k!ll that b-tch, we got dawg on the floor
nardo with the glock and it’s c-cked, ’bout to shoot the b-tch
dre on his way, he got my back with a full clip
kiki, little sun, little tiger and mario
down for a one-eighty-seven on a f-ckin’ ho
yeah, you get me f-cked up, don’t you ever try to test my nuts
big rod with the glock, ’bout to pop you in yo f-ckin’ guts
grab you by yo’ face and try to squeeze it ’til it’s turnin’ red
ho, i’m not gon’ let you loose, until i know yo’ ass is dead
stick you to the f-ckin’ ground
make you make that ugly sound
kick you in yo’ f-ckin’ d-ck, ain’t no f-ckin’ witnesses
lock you in the f-ckin’ trunk, while i hit the f-ckin’ funk
now i’m goin’ crazy man, all i see is blood, man
comin’ out yo’ f-ckin’ skull
ho’ i’m showin’ no f-ckin’ love
ho’, you can just suck my d-ck
’cause you’s a victim of this sh-t

[verse 4: lil fly]
lil fly comin’ out hard for the ’94
time to let these bustas know
let these ho’s know the score
south park’s in the house from the ’93
now we’re gettin’ deeper and we’re takin’ what we wanna, g
gotta peep my n-gga sl!ck, get a pack of funky sh-t
me and gangsta blac, and you know we gettin’ full of it
hangin’ on the boomin’ track, better known as night and day
liquor store, right next door, let’s go get a tanqueray
funky town’s in my brain, got the tang in my guts
pain burn a n-gga out, now i gotta bust some nuts
or bust some f-ckin’ caps, and take some bustas off the map
got no feelin’ in yo’ face from my mighty glock slap
d-mn, he made me break my tone, but then gangsta came alone
that b-st-rd made me break my sh-t
gangsta, let me shoot that b-tch
takin’ turns peelin’ caps, when that busta full of lead
paramedics came, but they can’t help him at the med
a day or two later, the words gettin’ back to yo’ folks
now they rushin’ to the med, lookin’ for the death reports
got you still stuck and f-cked
they read the cause of the death of the e
too much lead to the head from little fly and gangsta b

[outro: lil fly, gangsta blac]
yeah, this lil fly up in this mothaf-cka
to that busta all up on my n-gga d’izz’ick
yeah, boy, you keep on talkin’ that sh-t
you gon’ be a victim of a 211
and i ain’t scared to turn it to no 187
biatch!
yeah, this gangsta blac in this mothaf-cka
know what i’m sayin’?
this old trick ass n-gga come to talkin’ sh-t
n-gga, we ain’t straight, if we was straight
n-gga, we would’ve been straight when you was
talkin’ ’bout we wasn’t straight, biatch
know what i’m sayin’?

- gangsta blac

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