Текст песни Ill Bill - Gangsta Rap, слова песни Ill Bill

Текст песни Ill Bill - Gangsta Rap

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Hey yo, I smoke dust and shoot cops, sold guns to TupacSmoked blunts with Biggie Smalls and sold drugs on newlotsI was too young, couldnt get up in clubs back in the old daysWe used rob and terrorize kids in front of homebaseIf Funkmaster Flex was inside, rockin the whole placeWe was outside, smacking kids and snatchin gold chainsBaggin mad pigeons, catchin mad digits, bad bitchesAnd when they husbands came around we had to blast bisquitsA bunch of bad Brooklyn kids that always had pistolsBroken dreams and broken homes, we always had issuesAnd mad problems worshippin gangstas and bankrobbersWatchin star fade startin fights and rap conscience (?)Until we realized how to get the real moneySteal money, kidnap money, kill moneyIts funny how the money make the whole world love youJealous cats hate you, dime pigeonsLittle ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch youGot the IRS lookin at you, wanna fuck youSniffin so much blow, you dont know if you can trust youEcstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust doGo against the Ill Bill, and Non Phixion will crush you, bust youLeave you with a tube and ya throat to suck through (?)We truck jewels, we dust brothers fuck mothersYou thugs love us, ? the gunslingers and drughustlersWhere my gangstas at?[Cuts]"Is you a gangsta?""With gangsta rap"

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Gangsta Rap

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