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letra de gangster rapper - ice cube

[female insert]
maestro!!!

[ice cube]
blame me

[intro: ice cube]
you n-ggas know my pyroclastic flow
you n-ggas know my pyroclastic flow flow
you n-ggas know my pyroclastic flow it’s r-a-w, r-a-w

[ice cube]
you looking at the grand wizard, war lord vocal chord so vicious
and i don’t have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad b-tches
and it ain’t about chivalry
it’s about dope lyrics and delivery
it’s about my persona ain’t nothing like a man that can do what he wanna
ain’t nothing like man on that you knew on the corner
see ’em come up and f-ck up the owner
see ’em throw up westside california
n-gga i’m hot as phoenix arizona
i’m utah i got multiple b-tches
it’s a new law keep a hold of yo riches
dumb n-gga don’t spend it as soon as you get it
and recognize i’m a captain and you a lieutenant

[hook 1]
i can say what i want to say ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
if i call you a n-gga ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
i can act like an animal ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
(ghetto n-ggas struttin’ with nothin’ )
if i eat you like a cannibal ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
(ghetto n-ggas struttin’ with nothin’ )

[nas]
ghetto n-ggas struttin’ with nothin’ but dreams and queens broke
mack-10’s, you can smell the pcp smoke
mele mel told it real in the music he wrote
those were the days i remember
we used to be close, then i was nine, coldest winter i remember
was slippin’ in december, two feet of snow
yeah, that’s the east coast, that black ice
symbolized the rap life
it was sl!ck and smooth
i understood i had to come from the hood
doin’ the pee wee herman, the smurf
before them phones chirped
the block’s drugs flowin’, didn’t have your own work
you had to have somebody else’s, a small chrome on your pelvis
starter jacket, blue georgetown or green celtic
your girl’s too expensive, she wants sh-llfish
red lobster was poppin’, standin’ on that line forever
i wish somebody would step on my bally leather’s
now it’s whatever… hip-hop’s forever (hip hop’s forever)

[2pac]

(fade in) heyyyy! got some static for some n-ggas on the other side of town
let my little cousin k roll, he’s a rider now
what they want from us motherf-ckin thug n-ggas?
used to love n-ggas now i plug n-ggas, and slug n-ggas
am i wrong? n-ggas makin songs, tryin to get with us
must be gone on stress weed, in the west we trust
to the chest i bust! then we ride ’til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
heard the fugees was tryin to do me – look b-tch!
i cut yo’ face, this ain’t no motherf-ckin movie
then! we watch the other two die slow
castrated entertainin at my motherf-ckin sideshow
bam! set my plan in mo’, time to exterminate my foes
i can’t stand you hoes, uhh
now label this my f-ckin trick shot
my lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop
when we ride – on our enemies

[ice cube hook]

so if i act like a pimp ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
if i call you a nappy headed ho ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
if i shoot up your college ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
if i rob you of knowledge ain’t nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it

[the notorious b.i.g]

hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise
f-ck that sh-t, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life i been considered as the worst
lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse
crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
i know my mother wished she got a f-ckin’ abortion
she don’t even love me like she did when i was younger
suckin’ on her chest just to stop my f-ckin’ hunger
i wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes?
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
my babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2
who’s to blame for both of them (naw n-gga, not you)
i swear to god i just want to slit my wrists and end this bullsh-t
throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull sh-t
and squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red
i’m glad i’m dead, a worthless f-ckin’ buddah head
the stress is buildin’ up, i can’t
i can’t believe suicide’s on my f-ckin’ mind

[ice cube]

oh yeah and another thing
for all ya n-ggas that don’t do gangsta rap
don’t get on tv talking about gangsta rap
cause 9 times at a 10 you don’t know the f-ck you talk about
talk about that bullsh-t rap you do
stay the f-ck out of mine

- ice cube

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