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lirik lagu we bring gangsta – sticky fingaz

[intro]
light it up
major independents, the foundation
stick the f-ck up, n-gga
sticky fingaz, officially on some bullsh-t, n-gga
n-ggas see me, they better have a motherf-ckin’ smile on they face
sh-t gon’ get pushed in, yo

[verse 1]
on every mixtape n-ggas battling, i swear they frontin’
but they be talking made sh-t like they real or somethin’
all i hear is “blah blah this” and “blah blah that”
if you gangsta, why i ain’t hear no (-gunshot-)
n-ggas always show me love ‘cause they scared i’ma spaz
bust they head with a bottle, stab ’em up with the gl-ss
i see ’em up in the club, i swear to god they fake
and they take four good clink, clink, clink
clinks on they face until the bottle breaks
f-ck the nonsense, i’ll beat you till you f-cking unconscious
no wonder all the media portray us as monsters
stick the gun in your mouth, down to your tonsils
‘less you could take a human life with no remorse
like a little insect you just steppin’ on
turn around, walk past, [?] up out of here
[?], stick fingaz, get the f-ck out of here
doc said i had a problem, something wrong with me
a rare symptom called, “everything belong to me”
i steal so much, surprised i ain’t locked away
i even stole some chronic from dr. dre
yo’ money’s my money, now how much we got?
two years worth of rent on your neck could get you shot
n-ggas think i’m crippin’, the way i leave this sh-t bl–dy
only thing better than money is other people’s money

[hook]
them guns, we let ’em go, yo
we quick to let ’em go, yo
we bring gangsta to you
why would you f-ck with a n-gga like me?
knowing that i live and i die by the heat
why would you think that i wouldn’t see?
you, catch you off guard out in these streets

[verse 2]
that don’t make you gangsta ‘cause you got shot, that’s so stupid
the n-gga that’s gangsta is the one that do the shootin’
the world crazy, y’all ain’t rap too tight
where the best [?] black and the best rapper’s right
here motherf-cker! what the f-ck you thought?
it’s n-ggas like you that land n-ggas like me in court
tell the truth, y’all n-ggas don’t be using them glocks
it’s like lil kim starting up a group with fox
on the real, what the f-ck could y’all do to me?
if i had security, be there to protect you from me
oh, you ain’t know? n-gga, i’m a walking court case
got a 25 to life right here on my waist
but f-ck that sh-t, i ain’t doing time for no heater
swallow the sh-lls, a empty burner’s just a misdemeanor
f-ck the radio, the game is fake
i seen three pacs, two biggie’s and at least one ma$e
turn on bet, y’all be surprising me
everybody nice in the game [?] for me
it got hot soon as you know who stepped in
i don’t dance, i’m a thug, i got two left timbs
stick be dishing out the lead sh-lls
come around me and start walking on eggsh-lls
getting you set up is not a prob
who you thought taught 50 cent how to rob?

[outro]
major independents, n-gga
stomping y’all n-ggas the f-ck out
we too ill, we too sick
we got too many guns, too many k!llers
there’s too many of us, y’all n-ggas is dead

- sticky fingaz

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