mr vegas rap – a tru gangsta lyrics
(vegas) he aint lying if u sellin we aint buyin best believe we on the block selling drugs and we supply em prices range from half a quater to a dime people try to copy me like d-mn mimes and all this time i’ve been thinkin of theese rhymes cause my songs composed by ac written greatly by me shoes designed by dc beast guy master t u wanna be black high on crack imma give you a slap
(chourus) open up the doors to my money drawers cause i’m a tru g this is truly me can’t u c i’ll be on top of the charts i’m a poet think u can rap well show it u wanna be black and we all know it
($t$ master) yea my names t master me and vegas bring it to you faster than eminem and casper i’ll shoot you up so you can fall to your disaster we get more green than pga golfers we are so fly the poparazzi go for us, got more bling than lil waynes ring and unlike him we can actully sing but we choose to rap cause it makes fans clap and wanna be’s tap wit dora and her map don’t get all c-cky causee i got a bugatti and i kno u wanna shotty the front seat but vegas got u beat go trip over your feet we got the mustang and tha pur sang but they aint the same thang yo ur on crack cause ur words are wack ur just a white boy who thinks he’s black so just stop frontin and go back to
(chorous) open up the doors to my money drawers cause i’m a tru g this is truly me can’t u c i’ll be on top of the charts i’m a poet think u can rap well show it u wanna be black and we all know it
(vegas) to the music bussiness i’m new music inspired by the livin legends crew i wear a signauture skrindal shoe i’m a jew and ur not ur in the steet smokin pot i’m so cool winnin rap battles in skool raised in miller place got a jack and an ace in my hand play drums in the school band ohno lifes an uh-oh oreo gotta keep a clean flow signed the poster put it in the hoaster like i’m spossta i’m known world wide even if i’m inside my masion cr-sshing maps mashin taps bashing laps eat sleep meet my fans and don’t recycle beer cans each person of my family got a private beach clean that stain wit 409 bleach every thang be like the h-double o-d i be a gangsta so
(chorous)open up the doors to my money drawers cause i’m a tru g this is truly me can’t u c i’ll be on top of the charts i’m a poet think u can rap well show it u wanna be black and we all know it
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