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letra de gangsta shit - the po' folks

[verse 1: guilty simpson]
uh, yeah
showstopper, hoe rocker, doe clocker, faux faux c-cker, so provocative i live in a city of cars
where you quick to pull a b-tch at the bar and hit the mozie unpaid debts, they never rest
if i’m not reimbursed, i feel everybody owes me
and i collect in one night
i turn an open mic into a gunfight
i self-destructed and took new form
from mayonnaise to the grapefruit p-wn of rap sh-t
those who disagree eat a fat d-ck of dynamite
catch a half stick
been through more sh-t than catfish
half sane and half sick
warn the motherf-ckers that you rap with
save the games, i’m the number one draft pick
can’t arrange, rougher cover when the mags fix
drains your veins

[hook: reese]
y’all don’t wanna get into no gangsta sh-t
i guess y’all don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
i wrote this, long clip, and big guns
this beef sh-t, y’all [?] don’t want none
y’all don’t wanna get into no gangsta sh-t
i guess y’all don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
i wrote this, long clip, and big guns
this beef sh-t, y’all [?] don’t want none
[verse 2: guilty simpson]
how many times do i gotta explain?
you catch a shot to the brain for talkin’, keep walkin’
no need to wait for the topic to change, ’cause i’m known to c-ck it and aim, you scared?
push past it, god’s thunder
if i start off the next time, i’m guaranteed to get even like odd numbers
i ride the beat and hide the heat beside my feet
whenever i fly the street you’re trying to beef?
revaluate the risk, my stone face might break your fist
this ain’t a myth, i’m taking chicken, raise the fifth and blaze the b-tch
let her slide? that’s a no can do
both of y’all can die together you can hold hands too
sh-t you tryna be a rapper and a dope man too?
i doubt that i’ma find out where your house at
and place my calico where your mouth’s at
how’s that?

[hook: reese]
y’all don’t wanna get into no gangsta sh-t
i guess y’all don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
i wrote this, long clip, and big guns
this beef sh-t, y’all [?] don’t want none
y’all don’t wanna get into no gangsta sh-t
i guess y’all don’t know who you’re f-ckin’ with
i wrote this, long clip, and big guns
this beef sh-t, y’all [?] don’t want none
[verse 3: guilty simpson]
poised under pressure, i live for crunch time
infrared beam with a scope on my gun spine
no joke, i literally give you a punchline
in detroit, drug dealers get murdered one time
so instead of carrying rocks, i’m carrying glocks
in my crotch c-ck, ready to pop
my body temperature’s blamin’, nothin’s remainin’
when the head of your army’s bein’ fed to wild cayman
a rude rapper never cordial with things
god of the guns, sticking up the lord of the rings
i slaughter your team, kick back and order cuisine
that a sad song, chorus and sing
open fire on your offspring
it’s the year of the k!llers, bananas by nature
all my peers is gorillas, give me a shot
i’ll show you what a soldier can do
it’s the beginning for me, but over for you

- the po folks

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