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letra de ventin' - horseshoe g.a.n.g

[intro: demetrius capone]
yo, i don’t f-ck with the police, hating -ss n-ggas
or these young n-ggas trying to set trip on me
asking me where i’m from, i’m a grown man n-gga
and f-ck these n-ggas trying to dumb down rap
my real n-ggas feel me

[hook: demetrius capone]
y’all y’all y’all y’all y’all y’all, y’all
never seen a n-gga this raw, naw
i p-ss em off, f-ck what you thought
i’m the realest n-gga y’all ever saw
y’all ever saw
yo yo yo yo yo yo, yo
this is how real sh-t go, go
my n-ggas know, my n-ggas know
i’mma kick the realest sh-t that i ever wrote
i ever wrote

[verse 1: julius luciano]
yo, f-ck this unjust system, i just need a just system
need to adjust the system, f-ck the criminal justice system
i wish i coulda told oscar grant to watch his back
geronimo ji jaga pratt, and a dodger cap, i’ll be that
kelly thomas, manuel diaz, wish i coulda brought em back
cops abuse they power, cowards, lets put a stop to that
wait, before you think my views distorted towards police
come walk down memory’s dark corridor with me
me and my older bro was teens, leaving the grocery store as we
went to strolling towards our ve-hicle, noticed 4 police
then soon as we got out the parking lot, they rolled up on us deep
told us freeze, or they’ll squeeze, there was a cordial discrete
opened both our doors to .357 magnums pointed at us
they told us they looking for k!llers who look like both my bro and me
see, the murder had just occurred, we pulled our whereabouts with grocery store receipts
this is real, this ain’t oratory, g
f-ck police

[verse 2: andrew ‘dice’ dinero]
i’m addressing the haters, i’m expressing my anger
i’m addressing anyone jealous of the success of his neighbors
let’s get this sh-t straight, envy is a b-tch trait
when men stray from men’s traits, it’s like they might as well menstruate
my n-gga i ain’t a hater, but n-gga i hate a hater
i wanna take a razor-sharp sabre and shave the face of a hater
the worst hate comes from those who was your friends before
-n-lyze your friends before you trust em, sometimes your friends be foes
when you get fame, then they’ll hate
shoot down your dreams, mlk
same thing happened to pac, jmj, jfk
i don’t owe you sh-t, success comes to those who wait
but you want it sooner on some ou sh-t
yeah but truthfully, you hating -ss n-ggas should root for me
salute a g, i represent what the youth could be
instead you wanna take loot from me, you reap what you sow
you wanna eat what i grow, but won’t get a fruit from me
you wasn’t in the booth with me, i look down on you like you 2’3″

[hook: demetrius capone]

[verse 3: kenny siegel]
so many street names or ghetto soldiers have fallen behind
the sun races to the finish line, we falling behind
they ask where i’m from, i’mma respond with poverty all of the time
they calling us ignorant, i’m calling us blind
you know how many lives get took just from minds thats crooked, and 9’s and bullets
from riders pulling up and arriving after riding around
like surprise and pulling out sh-t like “where you from?”, bearing guns
i’m not looking for a pulitzer prize for putting these lines in books
i’m just sick of my n-ggas copping clothes with the sickest designs
thinking they’ll get some dimes to looking, then finding themselves in situations thats deadly
over what type of f-cking color my n-gga’s shirts painted
or if n-ggas turf-banging
i’m sick of hurt, anguish, profanity’s my first language
maybe a quote from crook can convince em
“seek knowledge to speak wisdom, and g-ngb-ng against the system”

[verse 4: demetrius capone]
f-ck dumbing down rap, what’s the world coming to
f-ck the world, literally, now i’m what the worlds c-mming to
y’all be sounding like f-ggots when you rapping, f-ck that, because of you
my screws done come unloose, now i’m crazy enough to tell the f-cking truth
f-ck this new ratchet era, i’m from the true ratchet era
ratchet carriers back when there was a p-ssion for rap and you had to care
when a rapper could stare in the mirror and there was a rapper with actual talent
who stared right back at you, now you new guys should be scared to look at yourself and in fact you embarr-ssing us
you cats should be wearing some blush, now add mascara
i’m finna scare-up pr-cks, that stir up sh-t, you n-ggas made a m-ssive error
letting this b-st-rd bare a mic, cuz i’ve got a m-ssive pair a b-lls
i’m finna mash and air it all, the fans and the m-sses they’re at fault too
ratchet–ss sh-t, the fans had a hand in that sh-t
it’s up to the fans to demand the cl-ssics, get off bandwagons and ban that whackness
get on board with the penmanship, it seems as if we’ve abandoned that sh-t
then we gotta educate the younger fans, who don’t understand they a f-cking fan of whack sh-t

[hook: demetrius capone]

- horseshoe g a n g

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