Letra da Música: Life In The Metro - Gangsta Boo

[the kaze]
1 - we shootin to kill, nigga
We shootin to kill, nigga
Aint no fuckin warning shots
When you come around here nigga
All the things that I got, yo
Is shit I worked hard for
Life in the metros so cold

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[gangsta boo]
Im on some other type shit
Im on some crazy ass shit
Im on some fuck with me bitch
Im on some get your ass kicked
Its not the power of miss
The work of secret politics
(the rumors turned to an arena)
Between the old and new bitch
I think ? ? that dont move to ? ?
Society has been the education of ?
Movin up the escalator
Risin to the fuckin top
Party on, dont stop
In the air, super hot
Ya better beware
What we believe is what we share
To get rumblin like the bronx
Like the chinese folks was there
Im fuckin live that is ? believe well?
Its known to be the truth
Its ? of hell, can ya feel gangsta boo nigga?
Whos fuckin side you think yall on when shit pops off?
Hypnotize minds down to blow a nigga ass off
With a fuckin sawed off
Project told you once before
Workin to ensure my victory
For my side ho

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[the kaze]
Im in this world with no one to turn to
Im livin kinda thuggish
Thinkin crooked, just to come up
You see this fuckin world
And ? is without the beat
So I kick it by my lonely
This real g, to make my riches
Then all these snitches be throwin crosses
Im takin losses
Cuz ? ? resurrect from all this player hation
You see my nation is mass destruction
And my soul releasin all this anger for you nigga rolls
And its so bad because I know
Oh they done clickin with the quickness
Because this system is makin hard
How else can I make a livin
And then my children
Im thinkin deeply
With wealth, it be a better future
It aint our fault that our enemies bleed
When Im smokin weed
It entoxes me
? ? what I do to all you fake ass gs, so please
Dont go rubbin, ? ? gonna make me
Get right down crazy
This city has got me pacin
And I cant take it

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Im thinkin misery, sufferin, ambush and sorrow
Im filled with drama
When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers
You wonder whats really real
When fuckin with gs like mack
Pop-pop from the glock
Curiousity killed the cat
Bust it, we down for whatever
Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?
My weapon gon have you gaspin for breath
Death and stormy weather
Its thunderin and lightening
Plus rain is pourin on bloody bodies
Im runnin up on the scene
? ? ? up in a farrari
Im sorry, its killin season
Killa kaze and prophet posse
The last days we lit em
It aint no time to get sloppy
Standin strong, holdin on
Competition cant stop it
To all my foes, I let you know
I keep that 9 in my pocket
I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse
The result from all the ?
All was left was dead souls
To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the bible
I sustain, in this game
A mack for life, Im out this thang, man

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