Gangsta Boo - Life In The Metro Lyrics
[the kaze]1 - we shootin to kill, niggaWe shootin to kill, niggaAint no *****in warning shotsWhen you come around here niggaAll the things that I got, yoIs shit I worked hard forLife in the metros so coldRepeat 1[gangsta boo]Im on some other type shitIm on some crazy ass shitIm on some ***** with me *****Im on some get your ass kickedIts not the power of missThe work of secret politics(the rumors turned to an arena)Between the old and new *****I think ? ? that dont move to ? ?Society has been the education of ?Movin up the escalatorRisin to the *****in topParty on, dont stopIn the air, super hotYa better bewareWhat we believe is what we shareTo get rumblin like the bronxLike the chinese folks was thereIm *****in live that is ? believe well?Its known to be the truthIts ? of hell, can ya feel gangsta boo nigga?Whos *****in side you think yall on when shit pops off?Hypnotize minds down to blow a nigga ass offWith a *****in sawed offProject told you once beforeWorkin to ensure my victoryFor my side hoRepeat 1[the kaze]Im in this world with no one to turn toIm livin kinda thuggishThinkin crooked, just to come upYou see this *****in worldAnd ? is without the beatSo I kick it by my lonelyThis real g, to make my richesThen all these snitches be throwin crossesIm takin lossesCuz ? ? resurrect from all this player hationYou see my nation is mass destructionAnd my soul releasin all this anger for you nigga rollsAnd its so bad because I knowOh they done clickin with the quicknessBecause this system is makin hardHow else can I make a livinAnd then my childrenIm thinkin deeplyWith wealth, it be a better futureIt aint our fault that our enemies bleedWhen Im smokin weedIt entoxes me? ? what I do to all you fake ass gs, so pleaseDont go rubbin, ? ? gonna make meGet right down crazyThis city has got me pacinAnd I cant take itRepeat 1Repeat 1Im thinkin misery, sufferin, ambush and sorrowIm filled with dramaWhen I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbersYou wonder whats really realWhen *****in with gs like mackPop-pop from the glockCuriousity killed the catBust it, we down for whateverWhenever, what nigga, think you clever?My weapon gon have you gaspin for breathDeath and stormy weatherIts thunderin and lighteningPlus rain is pourin on bloody bodiesIm runnin up on the scene? ? ? up in a farrariIm sorry, its killin seasonKilla kaze and prophet posseThe last days we lit emIt aint no time to get sloppyStandin strong, holdin onCompetition cant stop itTo all my foes, I let you knowI keep that 9 in my pocketI pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouseThe result from all the ?All was left was dead soulsTo my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the bibleI sustain, in this gameA mack for life, Im out this thang, manRepeat 1
