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[Intro: Buddha Monk] Ha-humph... ha-humph... ha-humph Alright... [Chorus: Buddha Monk] So you wanna be a gangsta Walk like a gangsta, talk to like a gangsta Shake fifty on a stranger Hold ya head up and do things right Fore this type of life will sneak you in the night I had no choice, I had to be that gangsta Delete fake gangstas, scheme on anyone who's gangsta I didn't want it but I was forced with this life I'm from the ghetto so it's a part of my life So I fight... [Crave:] Yo you think you gangsta? I shoot at you chumps Catch me gettin' drunk, smokin' blunts with Buddha Monk I'm a marquee playa, spark the, haze up, and a, Garcia Vega Stop smokin', that's what the surgeon general urges But I'll smoke a nigga, off the general purpose Pockets full of money And niggaz, be's in my business cause I'm around they honey Now stop it, fore I pop clips at you dummies And leave, be in the tropics where it's sunny Letras de cancionesCrave was in the dark, but now, I see the light Attitude like "Fuck tomorrow, I might not see tonight" Nowadays, cats, don't even fight They just shoot you, leave you leakin' on ya Nikes When I get on, I'm a make crazy wrong Then fire crackers like an M-80, gone [Chorus] [Delta One:] Beautiful girls in them thongs To all my niggaz that work hard like "Hang on" Y'all niggaz wanna be like Ol' Dirty, baby, hear me on We play, no games, we handle them thangs Everybody wan' bang, here's a rope, go hang Listen, I exorcism rhymes when my thoughts break out of prison Who is the shizzle hang out with his SupaFriendz them? Yeah, call 'em my menacle, you get tackled I crime beats with my rhyme scaffold, hazardous but natural Certain thoughts'll leave you baffled It's different from that though, type of shit that kinda laughs at you Listen my nizzle, avoid gettin' hit with the utensil [Chorus] [Buddha Monk:] Take this Brooklyn holocaust, low key any cross My Elite Team force bringin' noise at any force Don't bluff the hand cause man, that's yo' ass Don't know what it takes to be this man (Could it be slangin' the drugs, bustin' a slug at any mug Or duckin' the cops, takin' a shot, robbin' the spot, nigga?) It's all above, I gotta do whatever the fuck Daddy made no chumps, let's take the gun and then bust (Well, I hear that but what you gon' do if they react You ready to go out and watch the blood fall out, nigga?) I'm goin' with that, nigga, take 'em out Grab him by the neck and put a gun in his mouth (You sound like a gangsta) You wanna see if I'm gangsta? (Nah, I wanna hang with a gangsta) This gangsta bang with no hangers I don't wanna reap what I sold, I pull the heat then Duc-Lo (Oh, I get it, you don't want a cat like me to know, so I'll go) Don't even talk about it, get ya shit now, nigga, and go [Chorus] From Letras Mania