Keep it Gangsta.

by Ricky
(Kiln, Ms U. S. A)

I'm a soldier by birth a warrior at mind I'm a Gangster at heart so I don't mind dying
so no the place in front of me ain't the place to be running your lip ain't bout shit you best bring the heat
Cuz imma come with it I've been known to act a fool I act a donkey with it I don't play by no rules if you don't like me I really don't give a damn I'm gutta gutta I ain't gonna change I am what I am staying true to the streets cuz that's all I know off top if you play me weak it's a must you go
So get out the way man why you bumping your gums or end up a Deadman when I reached for the gun I see you walking around talkin but you ain't said nothing about actions push a button grab a Glock and start busting look I'm about to trigger Play It's kill or be killed out in the field with gorillas play your head can get peeled so know the deal when you fuck around my way cuz where you stand playing games is where the fuck you going to lay I keep it gangsta to the fullest dog respect my mind when it comes to the street shit its a must I ride started up and I'm climbing in in the front sitting low pistol cop behind the tint now what's up I told you boy by the rules I don't play but I'mma keep it
G. A. N. G. S. T. A Im an the Original Gangster a born Hustler you others are generic just like Rydell and rustlers you think you tough bra but I play rough what you need to shut up don't make me reach out and touch ya cuz I get buck bra don't give a fuck what get wild and crazy like the Incredible Hulkster flip and toss ya I terrorize shit you better ask boy my name little Rick I ain't no big dude but I got big nuts a Heart of Stone in a brain that don't give a fuck ride or die with it that's what you like to scream I'll make you scream turn the cries when you fuck with me I'll get off in your head do you think you ready torment you while you sleep like a real life fucking Freddy a crazy psycho aborn lunatic I got some screws loose are you feeling this I'm like Metallica Nothing Else Matters bra like mystical I might just grab you up and slap you what this boy got nerve huh no its a urge bra to remain Gutta and always Keep it gangsta

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