I walk through the alleys, with ma Gat in my hands
all the thugs praise me, cuz they know and understand
That there is another ruler on their territory
on their sanctum, which was first his, now mine, sorry
I think the only way here to get respect,
is to ask someone to worship you, while puttin' a gun against his head
And shoot him in the leg, so yall will see
that hell treet ya with respect and its yar own victory
Trust me, ive done it several times
and still not prosecuted for all my serious crimes
that i all comitted
Thug life livin', flippin' and trippin'
Gangsta rappin' back to the beginnin'
and i know sure that i'ma do it this time
and i surely wanna rhyme, but forgotten all my lines
Im gonna' win the war between the east the west coast,
still i ain't fighting, cuz im tha host
My criminal record is so big, that people had to record it
on six digital discs
I hope it are pictures of me in their biggest fantasy,
but all i see is male cops, who i dont wanna see
And they aint seeing' my pictures, that im sure
I wanna see some female cop that shares her D-cup and some mo'
Then ill be happy and im not stoppin'
but still gotta go on with the gangsta rappin'
Gangsta Rappin'
Rappin' some mo'
i see the seperation between the cat and the dog
i mean like
Gangsta Rappin'
like i rapped too much
but all ya hot mommas out there
know ive got the magic touch
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
a gust of fresh wind gives that feeling a touch
and i feel my body shivering from top to toe
and my sexapeal that with every second grows
Im tha one who ya hide for in the dark
and old people walk on streets cuz im in tha park
Im fully armed and am treated with respect,
cause people hate it when i put knife in their back
I see the cats, i see the dogs
all rollin' in tha ghetto, dont get me wrong
I like some female, and im not gonna pay
cuz im able to get ya, and im sure you stay
If ya wanna run, just go, if you wanna talk, oh no
Either ways you receive a bullet in ya neck
and then im sure i won't have to see you back
8mm and im still the gangsta, my homie Slaya and me
are gonna have ya hanging
Ya didnt have to mess with us, but now ya did
and i'ma mad and we gonna shoot ya leak
One bullet between ya eyes and two in ya heart
and if ya not dead yet, and we sure ya are
We gonna throw ya over a bridge and dump ya in the sea
It's sink or swim and ya gotta think to win, but the winner is me
The opposition is this, that i'ma gettin' in shit
but i ain't seein' trouble, i ain't seein' problems
Im yours and ya ain't gotta way to solve me
Gangsta Rappin'
Rappin' some mo'
i see the seperation between the cat and the dog
i mean like
Gangsta Rappin'
like i rapped too much
but all ya hot mommas out there
know ive got the magic touch
[Yo its me, tha Slay, and i'ma gonna make ya have to pay
for all the things ya did, with ya head on the grid
Yall thought ya had me, now ya shakin', and ima pacing
cause im gonna have ya heart stop after its done racing
My fury youll see in the assault, what, ya didnt know
cuz i wasnt tellin' and now its my fault?
Fuck that and i shit on you, of all things i had to do
i begin with you and we aint through
You heard of the ghetto thug crash, no-one knews who was THAT
but yo Psycho, we know better, we know that
The call me the Slayer, cuz i slay through my days
and people who annoy me, i slay'em away
Yall call me aggresive, but im progressive
not obsessive, but they gotta let me do it
Cuz i'ma prove it, like i move it
Here's my gun, its loaded, after this hour
nomore, though then you miss the eyes to see it
And feel it, no you cant
cuz this baby shoots that phat, that you wont be able
to get all ya fingers back
And would this make you upset, would this make you mad
yall just gotta face it, ima rappa, and im bad]
Gangsta Rappin'
Rappin' some mo'
i see the seperation between the cat and the dog
i mean like
Gangsta Rappin'
like i rapped too much
but all ya hot mommas out there
know ive got the magic touch
G-A-N-G-S-T-A, thats what i say
We gonn' rule this joint, we gonn' smoke this pod
we gonn' feed these beast, we're so damn hot
It's Tha Psycho, uhh, double P
It's Slaya man, yeah, Killin' with me
Assasination, cant get better, we gonn' kill all
And you'll see some nasty weather
Bloodrain, with flying bloodstraines all over tha place
misplaced and hated, but all congretulated
with there socalled faith, but they aint got nuttin'
they have to stop it, or ill make them be rottin'
Fuck you, ya think ya can fuck with the gangsta rappers
cuz ya one time hit a guy so hard
and its just the only time it happened
Despite that we're with lotsa more people
you aint got no chance anyway and ya aint a reason to stay
So well go away and yall fade away
And remember this: the RoE lives
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