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Текст песни Mathematics f Eyes Low, Logic, Mad Man, - Gangsta

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[Logic]I`m a gangsta, it`s homicide to ya lullabyesRidin` by, still screamin` out, fuck a 9 to 5Traumatized niggas couldn`t play in this sportEither you ball or you flamin` your torchSell draw, or just came from up northHomey, it`s one or the otherCuz it`s real, when it`s a steel to your son or you motherI come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the topTake `em back to them times, I had them dimes in my dropOr that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stackIt`s `88 style, when we had them nickels and crackY`all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it`s a damn, shameThe way they let y`all little niggas up in this damn gameMy campaign is a team that`ll shank yaIt don`t mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstasThat`s rearranger strangers, with the bangersWhen you in the presence of my chamber[Nemy]I`m not the one you should step toCuz when the drama pop off, I`m not the one to be next toNot the one, to be known, for that nigga who left youI`m here for the long run, I fight you til it`s long doneRhyme like a case, you can`t leave til you caught oneUp in your face, I`ma breathe something awesomeThe foursome is here, you been waiting for all yearWe lost some, but still, we linkin` it all clearWe some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreamsCome true, by taking themes, hey, it`s me, I`ma (gangsta)Never, the one to be played, a made man on my ownI ain`t wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain`t wanna be hatedBeing down in trees, made me wanna be greatI got down with my please, but I don`t wanna be casedI prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days[Chorus 2X: Eyes Low]I`m a gangsta, keep my mind on my moneyCock my nine when I`m hungry, down to ride for my homeyI`m a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my sideLookin` dipped in the ride, I can`t hide it[Mad Man]We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin` with bangersI take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighborsFucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanesQueens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a caneCuz I`m a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinkerTil the party gat bring a baseball bat swingerVery hard hitter, permanent scar giverLocal baby mom`s hitter, only drink hard liquorI leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin`In the telly with your girl, you can find me inI be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shookNiggas I don`t fuck with, try`nna get richCuz we tired of re`in up, fast cash is the worst typeAnd I burn herb like gas on a turnpikeLove a chick that let me hit the ass on the first nightIt`s only right... gangsta, y`all know me right[Eyes Low]On 9/27, a gangsta bornI wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mournKept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performedI`m like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palmStash box in the whip, in case the cops got floppedMade a name, got the fame, then my stocks got highI handle long, them I`m outtie, once them shots pop hotYou see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got highI live the real life, dogs, you better understandI`m a thug, but God`s hug, give me the upper handYou drowned in holy water, drenched in cold bloodTurn pounds, the ho`s reporters convinced, it`s no loveYou said, how much of this, could the world handle?Tuckin` my forty-five, watchin` my girl handle the pearl handleIn the city of murder, we holdin` ironTrapped ready to -- they sleep, no denyin`[Chorus 2X]

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