| Lyrics: | [Intro: INF-Black]
Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold
that *gun shot* Blaow!
[U-God]
I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
Almost
famous but the natives gettin' restless
Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up
With pile
out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up
Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
The
magnetic flux, in the all black tux'
And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
I
devour the cuts with a power packed punch
And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
I'm
like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising
sun
That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
Let the streets decide, with nerves
of steel
Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill
And beneath the sky, lurkin'
network of strangers
That insert the danger with a touch of a finger
[Chorus: Letha
Face (INF-Black)]
Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
(Gangster this and gangster
that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
Stand up... with... my...
real... nig... gas
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold
that *gun shot* Blaow!)
[INF-Black]
Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on
stealth
Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf
Blowin' trees with your main squeeze
countin' my shells
As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
Never been the one to front,
son, my history's swell
Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is
Catch you in
your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs
snitch, bitch
Learned y |
