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Andre Nickatina

Saw A Gangsta Cry

 

Saw A Gangsta Cry

(álbum: These R The Tales - 2000)


(This is like a wicked passion)
The way some cashier get they cash
Fuck around have a gun in yo face
Tied up and they whooping yo ass

Man most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high
I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry

Man under the hot sun
Young cats they buck with hot guns fat ones
Man if you selling this
You better know the consequence shit
Walk just like army ants
Yeah man let me borrow that
Please homeboy don't be no snitch
You put this business before that fine bitch
Here go a classic tale
A motherfucker just got outta jail
Slipped up on some major mail
Then went back to jail on major bail yo

Yo most cats man they don't play cause they moms get high
I can still recall the day I saw a gangsta cry

Don't be no perpetrator
Fuck around and be on a respirator
Going up to heaven on an escalator
Cause they sent you to hell on an elevator yo

You're right in front of the corner stores with the.45 slug
Some might say it's unity but there ain't no love

Crack a smile like a beer bottle
Don't worry 'bout the bullet cause it feel hollow
Keep your foot on the gas throttle
These motherfuckers ain't no rolemodels
Blow yo mind with an evil disguise
Wicking this nigga right in front of yo eyes
Where he got shot that's where he lies
Laying there dead with open eyes
Blow you over on a street corner
It's all about that B-Soda
Breaking arms and shoulders cause this drama's thick as quotas
They bust at you and you bust back
They just like a whip you go snap back
How they gunna fuck with you fuck that
Kill them all so they don't come back
Mind state
Crime rate
Hell waits for jail baits
Man if you make a mistake don't even wait
But mothafucka get up outa my face
It's a dirty loss for a dirty game
So mothafucka it's a dirty shame

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

I saw a gangsta cry

It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry
Didn't know, didn't ask, didn't wonder why
It was a trip when I first saw a gangsta cry
Didn't know, didn't ask didn't wonder why
Indestructable, fuck with a nigga
Grow so slow, ten years seven digits
Make a bill with Baxter a broadcasta
A painy thang to fake homies laughter?

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