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royce da 5'9'' - gangsta (death is certain) lyrics

[intro: royce da 5’9”]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook: royce da 5’9”]
gangsta
the way he carries himself
made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
gangsta
he pumps like 24/7 just to get to heaven and pump some mo’
gangsta
heavyweight paper
heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
yeah, we ridin’, we gon’ die foolin’
laws and rules don’t apply to me!
gangsta

[verse 1: royce da 5’9”]
i’mma put this straight
i’m not gon’ threaten you with hooks if you look this way
i’m not gon’ write no songs so please don’t think
that since sometimes i’m quiet that i bite my tongue
’cause i will slice you punks with knives that come with t–th
so leave with life as long as come in peace
i’m the protocol of all the street rules
soldiers, ballers please, i know all
i’m goin’ all out – for everything i believe in
n-ggas bleed behind things that i know about (yeah)
hear me roar
feel me n-gga; naw f-ck that, feel me more
and whoever sayin’ f-ck me can suck it, we can bang
i done came a long way from “u can’t touch me” (n-gga)

[hook: royce da 5’9”]
gangsta
i’m ridin’, i am gon’ die foolin’
laws and rules don’t apply to me!
gangsta
the way he carries himself
made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
gangsta
he pumps like 24/7 just to get to heaven and pump some mo’
gangsta
heavyweight paper
heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
yeah, we ridin’, we gon’ die foolin’
laws and rules don’t apply to me!
gangsta

[verse 2: royce da 5’9”]
my swagger’s crazy
we can forget your momma ever had a baby
reachers; i don’t care who the f-ck you is
keep yo’ hands to yourself, i will cut yo’ limbs off
sixty shots’ll quickly hit you
pop dixie chicks of rap, p-ss me off! (yeah)
yeah, i’m strictly pesci – you hear me: a made man
i would rather you fear me than to have you respect me (yeah)
the tec’s good
jamming’s always out the question, call me suge’ of the midwest wood (yeah)
the part of the poem that’s deep
he will blast you after he’s had a gl-ss of bacardi limon (yeah)
let’s get it on, i’m strictly the cl-ssic rap
you know it’s on, soon as you rip off the plastic (yeah)
bloaw!

[hook: royce da 5’9”]
i’m ridin’, i am gon’ die foolin’
laws and rules don’t apply to me!
gangsta
the way he carries himself
made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health
gangsta
he pumps like 24/7 just to get to heaven and pump some mo’
gangsta
heavyweight paper
heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker
yeah, we ridin’, we gon’ die foolin’
laws and rules don’t apply to me!
gangsta

[interlude]
he knows his gun and his knife
gangsta
more than he knows his son and his wife
gangsta
always huntin’ n-ggas, never hunted
gangsta
you can bet eleven-hundred – he is

[verse 3: cutty mack]
(yeah) as ignorant as it gets
cutthroat – the calmest person n-ggas, push me sh-ts (yeah)
bawlin’ over, the quickest to snap
i’ll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back
to the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya
lose your face through picture gl-ss, break and waste ya
i’m the essence of the use of violence
move in silence, hunt you, then i’ll close your eyelids (close)
i’m goin’ all out – my enemies on they knees
harder i squeeze, bullets’ll leave your brains out (back up!)
gangsta
watch me move
i’ll speak the language of heat, plus i’m good with the tools (yeah)
so whoever wanna hit me, come quickly
nothing to lose, i’m no b-tch n-gga, please come get me – k!lla

[outro]
he got yo’ motherf-ckin’ number!
gangsta!
though yo’ life is second to his
gangsta!
you still gon’ die first
gangsta
he’s a motherf-ckin’ gangsta! (yeah)

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