Текст песни Royce Da 5`9`` - Gangsta
Royce Da 5`9`` - Gangsta слова песни
(feat. Cutty Mack)[Royce] Yeah, yeah, yeah..[Chorus: Royce Da 5`9"](Gangsta!) The weight carries itselfMade man more concerned with wealth than he is his health(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo`(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paperHeart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemakerYEAH! We ridin, we - gon` die foolinLaws and rules don`t apply to ME! (Gangsta!)[Verse One: Royce Da 5`9"].. I`ma put this straightI`m not gon` threaten you with hooks if you look this wayI`m not gon`, write no songs - so please don`t thinkthat since sometimes I`m quiet, that I bite my tongueCause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teethSo leave with life as long`s you come in peaceI`m the protocol of all the street rulesSoldiers, ballers please, I know all themI`m goin all out - for everything I believe inNiggaz bleed behind things that I know aboutYeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roarFeel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me moreAnd whoever sayin `fuck me` can suck meAnd we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can`t Touch Me", nigga!YEAH! I`m ridin, I am gon` die foolinLaws and rules don`t apply to ME![Chorus][Verse Two: Royce Da 5`9"].. My swagger`s crazyWe can, forget your momma ever had a babyRegis; I don`t care who the fuck you isKeep yo`, hands to yo`self, I will cut yo` limbs OFFSixty shots`ll quickly hit youpop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF!Yeah, I`m strictly Pesci - you hear me a made manI will rather you fear me than to have you respect meYeah, the tec`s goodJammin`s always out the question, call me Suge` of the Midwest woodYeah, the part of the poem that`s deepHe will, blast you after he`s had a glass of Bacardi LimonYeah, let`s get it on, I`m strictly the classic - rapYou know it`s on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah!BLOAW! I`m ridin, I am gon` die foolinLaws and rules don`t apply to ME![Chorus][Interlude]He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)Always huntin niggaz, never huntedYou can bet eleven-hundred - he is.[Verse Three: Cutty Mack](Yeah) As ignorant as it getsCut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snapI`ll break you then shake your soul, deliver you backto the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace yaLose your face through picture glass, break and waste yaI`m the essence, of the use of violenceMove in silence, HUSH, then I`ll close your eyelids (close)I`m goin all out - my enemies on they kneesharder I squeeze, bullets`ll leave your brains out(BACK UP!) Watch me moveI`ll speak the language of heat, plus I`m good with the tools (yeah)So whoever wanna hit me, come quicklyNuttin to lose, I`m no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa[Royce Da 5`9"](Gangsta!) I`m ridin, I am gon` die foolinLaws and rules don`t apply to ME![Chorus][Outro + (Royce)]He got yo` motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)Though yo` life is second to his (Gangsta!)You still gon` die first.. (It`s 5-9 - gangsta!)Yeah! (He`s a motherfuckin gangsta!)