Gangster Theme Lyrics by Popa Wu

Gangster Theme Lyrics

    [intro: freemurder]
    Gangsta niggas, what
    Gangsta bitches, what
    Gangsta killas, what
    Gangsta niggas, what
    Straight gangsta bitches
    Gangsta bitches, what
    Gangsta killas, what

    [hook]
    Uh, brooklyn is where we come from, come from
    U.k. known to fill 'em up with dumdums
    In the car seat, uh-huh
    Lil' free, that's where you get guns from, guns from

    [chorus: freemurder]
    Gangsta killas, what
    Gangsta niggas, what
    Gangsta bitches, what
    Gangsta killas, what
    Gangsta niggas, what
    Straight gangsta bitches, what
    Gangsta killas, what
    Gangsta niggas, what

    [freemurder]
    Party and be more, floor with four honeys
    Cars with three more, none of them hoes ugly
    'preme upstairs, nuttin on hoes tummies
    While you grindin ugly freaks, like seymour from mo' money
    Hard as a rock, straight up and down like sea-saws
    And free, pete rose, free ski whores
    Straight jaw bone, fuck eatin pussy
    Straight hormone jumpin when i'm beatin pussy
    Suspects keep lyin bout they weed and gats
    Till i catch them, change the subject like readin a map
    Drug off, desperado, amaretto
    Bustin berettas, up in you ghetto, alcoholic
    He's so heavy like chris wallace
    And try to get me off the floor with my shit brolic
    Like brand new gators, yo i love my shit polish
    Flip on niggas, till they demolish, abolish
    Many niggas, friendly niggas turn enemy niggas
    Burn plenty of niggas, don't tick me nigga
    Little that you know, that shit don't offend me nigga
    And if one of y'all kill me, god avenge me nigga

    [hook] *'u.k.' instead of 'lil' free'*

    [chorus]

    [freemurder]
    Off to the telly, eyes ring me up on the celly
    All them niggas is fools, satisfy ya belly
    Niggas keep slidin thru like ky jelly
    Talkin nonsense, what you tryin tell me
    Blood gotti, rollin with a red scully
    Punk shotties, aimin out of red chevy's
    0 tray one, trade one guns, straight blood up
    Actin gigantic, till you get cut up
    Guns be titanic, make ya ass buck up
    Caught you real high standin, that's how you got stuck up
    On the block drippin, and read the glocks hittin
    All the cops wishin, i'm mad and not shittin
    Fuck police, we all hold four heats
    And put four d's under four seats
    And on the concrete, waitin for the coroner
    Fuck guliani, free slaughterin ya
    Little bitch, years ago, free ignorin ya
    Lil' kim bitches, free adorin ya
    Where i'm from? brooklyn, get them dum's, brooklyn
    Get the ones, brooklyn, afraid of none, brooklyn
    Uh, brooklyn is gun ho, u.k. shit we kick to let the
    Gun blow

    [hook]

    [chorus]

    [freemurder]
    Nyc, gangsta killa, brownsville
    Niggas that fake the killa, be foul killed
    Triggas await killas, free pound peel
    Niggas i hate, stealers on some we found skills
    Chill holmes, three round skill
    From the four-long, kick pressure, my forearm
    That shit had me fallin all out my stands
    Watch ya blood keep pourin all out cha man
    It's a flood, blood drorrin all out cha man
    Slugs in ya truck, now blood fallin out ya van
    And dad it up, click just banana'd up
    Might as well open the door, cuz i'm tearin it up
    Shittin all in the whip, got you scared as fuck
    Hopin that you won't die, like montana bro'
    With scarface, all in my grill, with the hard face
    Get sent on a journey to a far far place

    [chorus: just sayin 'gangsta killa']

    [hook]

    [chorus]

    [outro: shacronz (freemurder)]
    Hahahaha
    Yo freemurder man this is that gangsta shit man
    This is that universal gangsta shit
    You know that east coast/west coast type of shit, man
    This is that real shit, that b-life shit man
    We've been doin this shit for years man
    You know, ever since our fathers man
    You know man, the device lords, the young lords
    The black spades, the ball bustas
    We've been doin this shit on the east coast man
    Knowhati'msayin? keep that 5 alive, freemurder
    Let them know, this is the east side, killa thrilla
    Death row till we die man, word up man
    Freemurder man, b-life or no life
    (oh don't forget them tomahawks nigga, my pops'll kill you
    Shit is real, p-stone, paroo bloods, you real like i'm real
    This is for them gangstas across the world
    East side homies)

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