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buddha monk – wanna be a gangsta lyrics

[intro: buddha monk]
ha-humph… ha-humph… ha-humph
alright…

[chorus: buddha monk]
so you wanna be a gangsta
walk like a gangsta, talk to like a gangsta
shake fifty on a stranger
hold ya head up and do things right
fore this type of life will sneak you in the night
i had no choice, i had to be that gangsta
delete fake gangstas, scheme on anyone who’s gangsta
i didn’t want it but i was forced with this life
i’m from the ghetto so it’s a part of my life
so i fight…

[crave:]
yo you think you gangsta? i shoot at you chumps
catch me gettin’ drunk, smokin’ blunts with buddha monk
i’m a marquee playa, spark the, haze up, and a, garcia vega
stop smokin’, that’s what the surgeon general urges
but i’ll smoke a n-gg-, off the general purpose
pockets full of money
and n-gg-z, be’s in my business cause i’m around they honey
now stop it, fore i pop clips at you dummies
and leave, be in the tropics where it’s sunny
crave was in the dark, but now, i see the light
att-tude like “f-ck tomorrow, i might not see tonight”
nowadays, cats, don’t even fight
they just shoot you, leave you leakin’ on ya nikes
when i get on, i’m a make crazy wrong
then fire crackers like an m-80, gone

[chorus]

[delta one:]
beautiful girls in them thongs
to all my n-gg-z that work hard like “hang on”
y’all n-gg-z wanna be like ol’ dirty, baby, hear me on
we play, no games, we handle them thangs
everybody wan’ bang, here’s a rope, go hang
listen, i exorcism rhymes when my thoughts break out of prison
who is the shizzle hang out with his supafriendz them?
yeah, call ’em my menacle, you get tackled
i crime beats with my rhyme scaffold, hazardous but natural
certain thoughts’ll leave you baffled
it’s different from that though, type of sh-t that kinda laughs at you
listen my nizzle, avoid gettin’ hit with the utensil

[chorus]

[buddha monk:]
take this brooklyn holocaust, low key any cross
my elite team force bringin’ noise at any force
don’t bluff the hand cause man, that’s yo’ -ss
don’t know what it takes to be this man
(could it be slangin’ the drugs, bustin’ a slug at any mug
or duckin’ the cops, takin’ a shot, robbin’ the spot, n-gg-?)
it’s all above, i gotta do whatever the f-ck
daddy made no chumps, let’s take the gun and then bust
(well, i hear that but what you gon’ do if they react
you ready to go out and watch the blood fall out, n-gg-?)
i’m goin’ with that, n-gg-, take ’em out
grab him by the neck and put a gun in his mouth
(you sound like a gangsta) you wanna see if i’m gangsta?
(nah, i wanna hang with a gangsta) this gangsta bang with no hangers
i don’t wanna reap what i sold, i pull the heat then duc-lo
(oh, i get it, you don’t want a cat like me to know, so i’ll go)
don’t even talk about it, get ya sh-t now, n-gg-, and go

[chorus]

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