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[Verse 1]

I'm gangsta steppin

Representin my block

Jokes be the name

702 comin through yo hood

Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain

All up in yo gang

I'm givin a fuck

I be the one thats gunnin for fun

Sin City gang with a ??

You can hang with the Sin City gang

Fuck no

I'm ridin dirty

With the heat in my hand

Stay bumpin when I'm swervin

All days to the curbin

Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin

I'm creepin and callin your homies

Up on it and you callin for help

But nobodys there

Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath

And I left him dead cuz nobody cares

Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go

Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back

And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast

Fuck that I'm ridin

Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes

And the briefcase right by my side

9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know

That all of my murderers

Heard of this gangsta crackin necks

Runnin all night with a jet black 9

In a g-ride killin up your whole set

Givin a damn with a strap in my hand

Unloadin on every punto that I can

Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas

And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch



[Chorus]

So know whatchu gon' do

When we hit them sticks

And hit your block

Like some maniac ridaz

So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe

We got some other sick tricks

Hidden up our sleeves

So just pass the liquor

Pass the weed

Pass us the PCP

And you gon' see

How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps

And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps



[Verse 2]

I twist 'em up like a tornado

Turned tasmanian

Crack a cranium

Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian

Cuttin loose

I'm startin funk like Fox

Doom juice with doom roots

I'm rippin fruit loops apart

I'm infested with the doom

Infected with the plague

Got a bitch to lick my wounds

My enemies is dead

Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz

That'll kill a bitchmade nigga

Twist 'em like a french braid nigga

Jump on the place

I'm meetin Osama Bin Laden

You betta jump on your cellular phone

And call your mama

Cuz aint nobody gon' make it home

It's all drama
br /> As I parachute out that motherfucker

I yell geroni-MO

But you don't hear me though

At 30,000 feet up in the air it's impossible

See I'm that nigga

That'll land in a bitches yard

Dick hard enough to cut through

A pack of glass and in barge

And get my fuck on

Up in her crib

I don't need her permission

Cuz I aint gonna let her live

I stay sick with it

And come equipped with it

After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I'm fresh out the county jail

Just graduated from an anger management program

I like to punish niggaz

Slow your roll like a traffic jam

It's that nigga with a frown turned upside down

I keep it rough nigga style

I walk the walk

I talk the talk

It aint that punk David Banner

It's the motherfuckin hawk

Chokin bitch niggaz out

But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off

Your body hard off

Your motherfuckin face be tore off

Gotta keep it gangsta

Because we dog bitch niggaz

Got itchy fingers

Along with triggas that'll scratch em

And load 'em up unload 'em

And let bitch niggaz have it

Ghetto savage
Miz Lyrics
never cared if I was acting dumb never made me want to hide and run always took the time to ask what's wrong never made fun of my favorite song now i gotta be the one to leave guess it's better but I still don't see ain't it funny how it never turns out right but I would never cry for my freshmen girl now she's crazier than John D. drinking alchohal and smoking pot wants to know if it was day or night that's why i asked her if she feels alright now i gotta be the one to leave guess it's better but I still don't see ain't it funny how it never turns out right but I would never cry for my freshmen girl never cared if I was acting du