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letra de real gangsta - spm

[chorus:]
she don’t know why
but all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see…

[verse 1:]
he was a good kid all through elementary
a’s & b’s & had no enemies
but he saw all the g’s as he walked home
he couldn’t read all the words on the walls though
so many letters was crossed out with x’s
he wondered but knew not to ask those questions
no pops & his mom worked to the nail
she managed to buy him some shoes on sale
she didn’t know, she bought the wrong color
& they stayed in the closet all summer
even though the kid wasn’t affiliated
he knew what they loved & knew what they hated
now he’s in middle school, same individual
but this is where things seem to get a bit difficult
this is the life of a young mexican
verse 1 done take me to the 2nd one.

[chorus:]
she don’t know why
but all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see… [x2]

[verse 2:]
7th grade. why so much homework?
got a pot pie sittin’ in the stove burnt
mama still ain’t back from her job yet
so he eats it ’cause that’s all he got left
then he plays with his little puppy cinnamon
his last dog was a victim of a hit ‘n’ run
there’s a knock on his door it’s his homeboy.
your mom’s gone? he pulls out a chrome toy.
“where did you get that from?” the kid asked
we broke into a house we got a bunch of sh-t stashed
it was the first time he ever held a real gun
to get one of these you gotta steal one
we too young they won’t let us buy a gat
now if they shoot at us we can fire back.
who is they & why would they blast at me?
cause you from the hood fool, this is family.

[chorus:]
she don’t know why
but all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see… [x2]

[verse 3:]
a year p-sses now the kids d-cky’s sag
in his pocket got a knife & a nickel bag
& the homeboy that showed him his first gun
got killed last week in a burban
puttin’ work in 45 jerkin’
lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin
closed casket touched as he strolled past it
got his name tattooed on 2 hoes -sses
so he’ll still be remembered often while
his little b-tch gettin’ hit doggy style
it ain’t stoppin’ now while his moms’ on the ground
on her knees yellin’ “please lord not my child
i want to watch him smile
he can turn his 2pac up loud
he can sleep with his pitbull on the couch”
& while the kid is listenin’ to her words
all he can think about is bl–dy bl–dy murders.

[chorus:]
she don’t know why
but all she knows
is that her youngest child
is a real gangsta now
you see… [x2]

[juan gotti:]
yo, man, this is juan gotti & i want to tell my people to keep they’re dreams alive, man.
don’t let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams.
believe in yourself.
& don’t follow the blind.
you deserve the best in life, homito.
you can have it.
it’s our time now, man.

- spm

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