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letra de menace to society - mo3

[intro]
me a top shotta
osama

[chorus]
i heard the city don’t like me
but n0body wants to try me (why?)
rappers in town (oh yeah), they don’t invite me (oh no)
they say i’m reckless, i will catch a body (what?)
oh, oh, oh, oh
me a shoot him down (him down)
ak, i up that, shoot him to the ground
don’t let him come around (why?)
he’s a menace to society (huh?)
they say [?] murder, [?] so violent
i start gang gang riots
(ayy)
(now why they don’t ever invite me to nothing?)
(look)

[verse]
’cause they heard about sh-t that i did, like n-ggas i flipped
osama, don’t say that
they tell ’em the stories, how n-ggas ain’t make it
but they say that i’m fakin’
well, i’ma take ’em way back
caught a n-gga lackin’, put a slug through his wave cap
oh, there they go, cadillac parked at a racetrack
doub-double back, walk ’em down, tell ’em we aced that
k!ll a n-gga cousin but i make him get his l!ck back
i don’t got a problem, i don’t know about this and that
make it sound good but i’m knowin’ that i did that
[?], i push a n-gga [?] back
front line center hangin’ out the window
[?] hitter tryna find a victim
spot ’em and drop ’em, a shot to [?] that
ghouls on alert, do my dirt by my lonesome
i ain’t got a hitta but my n-gga be stalkin’
[?] with a 30 sittin’ on me
bet i pull up on ’em, make a n-gga quit talkin’
they just be rappin’, i been to the pen’
seventeen on a cell block, i was gettin’ it in
talkin’ no strap, rockin’ out, i had to use my hands
better tell ’em again, this here’s what it is
[chorus]
i heard the city don’t like me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
but n0body wants to try me (why?)
rappers in town (oh yeah), they don’t invite me (oh no)
they say i’m reckless, i will catch a body (what?)
oh, oh, oh, oh
me a shoot him down (him down)
ak, i up that, shoot him to the ground
don’t let him come around (why?)
he’s a menace to society (huh?)
they say [?] murder, [?] so violent
i start gang gang riots

[bridge]
they hurt my feelings when they say i’m not involved
i just wanna ball
but i can’t ’cause i’m not like them
i’m cut from a different cloth
why?

[outro]
me a top shotta, me a rude boy
me a bomboclaat, me a murder them
[?] murder them all
me nothing like them
me nothing like them other boy
boo-ya
me a top shotta for real
(gang)
osama

- mo3

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