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letra de natural born gangsta - trae tha truth

[intro: trae tha truth]
yeah, we on this gangsta sh-t
uh, i’d like to take this time right now
to introduce you to some of these assh0l-s
yeah, abn, sga mafia

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
find me in the hood, white cocaine s5
lookin′ for somethin’ drippin′ just to take it to overdrive
drama got me addicted to the back of that murder van
itchin’ to hit yo turf and turn that b-tch into murder land
rpk 74, retractable scope
that b-tch’ll make a n-gga run records like usain bolt
run a medal like it′s a face off, i hit ′em with raw lead
should’ve told ′em to fall back, i told ’em to fall dead
bullets just like my ex b-tch, they focus on all head
bangin′ i leave they ass blue, exterior all red
f-ckin’ with trae tha truth, a danger for all bread
homies in the streets, i guarantee i got all cred
goin’ up like i′m vince young, i’m all on that type sh-t
trainin’ out my garage, i′m on that ultimate fight sh-t
i′m reckless with wicked n-ggas, plus i wreck with this right sh-t
plus i’m rich, showin′ this chain cause when i walk in i brighten sh-t

[verse 2: lil boss & trae tha truth]
(boss) i think b-tch n-ggas shouldn’t be breathin′
matter of fact, b-tch n-ggas should be bleedin’
in my old school, in the school zone speedin’
smokin’ some sh-t that come from the garden of eden
when it′s on the county they send me to peevy
came out that motherf-cker bobbin′ and weavin’
oozin′ on tracks, uzis on laps
that’ll teach you fake rappin′ n-ggas how to act
but check it n-ggas, [?] get a plaque
sn-tch a n-gga flag and i ain′t finna give it back
go and get your big homie tell him we play with macs
got them k’s in n-ggas’ faces′ll make ′em lay flat
[verse 3: mugg & trae tha truth]
(mugg, k!ll em!) f-ck talkin’ i′m about to let the tecs work
shootin’ shots, i can show you n-ggas net worth
connected with n-ggas from out the southwest turf
the clique can get it, pile you n-ggas in a stretch he-rs-
it′s on dyin’, unified with them assh0l-s
beef with that, the end result is some tagged toes
in mash mode, we some sharks, y′all some tadpoles
you found sleepin’ in the water when the bay blows

[verse 4: frank nitt]
i ride with gangstas, mobsters, lieutenants, sergeants
generals, vice p’s, presidents, bosses
this the abn roster, starters
straight off the bench actin′ like monsters
b-tch we sick, and you don′t really want no sh-t
have you stuffed in the back of the trunk, throwed in a ditch
after that i’ll be back in the truck, throwed than a b-tch
on the block with the same old sh-t, cookin′ them bricks

[verse 5: b-dubb & trae tha truth]
(b-dubb!) sga gang, yeah homie, this the front line
natural born k!lla, finna hit ’em with a punchline
southwest. houston texas n-gga we dump iron
ain′t n0body stronger than us homie we pump iron
i take punk shines, naw i just wipe ’em down
pipe ′em down, old .45 with the sniper rounds
i got a bunch of n-ggas runnin’ with a bunch of guns
loadin’ up a lot of clips, movin′ metal by the ton
[verse 6: rod-c & trae tha truth]
(rod-c!) get it understood, these young n-ggas ain′t here to play
here to stay, young assh0l- renegades
they must’ve thought it was a game
probably thought i wasn′t a hustler, thought i wasn’t brave
mind wasn′t on nothin’ but thoughts of gettin′ paid
mafia mind, these thoughts are gettin’ made
brand new gauge i bought to get sprayed
if i send a bunch of these, these p-ssies’ll get sprayed

[verse 7: yung quis & trae tha truth]
(yung quis!) they better try to get me, i move at a fast pace
empty out that thang on the block and still won′t leave a trace
these n-ggas speakin′ on the gang like we ain’t straight
them hollow tips corrupt the corner, break that b-tch down like shake
i′m still on exotic, sga frontline
the mafia get these hoe ass n-ggas in clutch time
i’m a monster when a n-gga be up on the grind
we get cash and flip issues, stay out of line

[verse 8: j2 & trae tha truth]
(j2) assh0l-s, respect or catch a fresh ass chin check
grip tips, empty out clips and make your sh-t split
most of these rap n-ggas p-ssy, on some cake sh-t
sweet potato lemon meringue, fresh out the bake sh-t
.45 right on side, don′t try and play b-tch
punish me a hoe n-gga then see you up on my way quick
glass house, slidin’ on 4′s up in my sp-ceship
assh0l- mafia trick, we on the way b-tch
[outro: trae tha truth & j2]
(b-tch!) yeah, assh0l- by nature
yeah, these motherf-ckers gon’ learn
they told me that it’s a new year
and if i got some say so, we got this

- trae tha truth

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