American Gangsta (Instrumental)

歌詞

[Chorus] X2 American gangster, US hustler Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangster, US hustler Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a [Verse 1] Chi-Town bred Because I got to rep the city to the death Annihilate them till I don't see nothing left Remember I spit it for the bitches Now I'm spitting for the thugs Hat cocked to the right Hat cocked to the left Brother it's a formal It's a focus on your chest I spit it for the lords And the for the folks And for the Crips and for the Bloods I'm like an American dream I role to the green With the souls and the breeds And the cobras a kings and the 2-16 Millimeter bullets for the niggas that Trying to do opposite They don't really want to see how psycho I can get I don't really see a motherfucker stopping this Trying to come at you and the apocalypse .40 cal will have you screaming, "I don't want to die!" I am becoming nauseous with the fake thugs So it's love To the real G's and under bosses To the niggas in the caller case That got into it big To get what nobody gave us We was born into this system So don't be mad at what you made us Pull the pistol and cock it and bust in the sky One time for the US For turning my niggas to gangsters Because getting money is what they do best Hard to fight like I ever did like Al Capone Gangsters is bosses K-Town is the motherfucking hood The Rock is the company, come and step into my office [Chorus] X2 [Verse 2] Forever see me in a 'Lac Got work but you never see me in a pack A motherfucker say he never seen me with a strap And I heard a motherfucker say he don't see me in the hood Little nigga I don't see you Because homie my hood is worldwide And getting money is what we do Make your knee joints lock when I freak you Hit the 3 point shot like Hedo Turkoglu up in the game You killing the game like Pac Nigga we point Glocks like he do, see you No one will recognize I'm the maker of the Midwest I'm like for real? Controversy in the middle I guess I'm like Shaquille You can go on feel like you feel Nigga know the hands I like to kill But if you can hit me with the bangs Little cheap for shit, let's strike the deal Got my psychos in the city rolling with me Always ready bust a cap at the king like do I can bury your bodies like an animal Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food Ripping through your flesh so I can devour your heart Music is my playground But if the rapping don't get you I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down And no competition I had to be fucking a twig? Whoever coming for me gangster I'ma get it every time I want to get it I'm living proof It's a 'Category F5' [Chorus] X2