C.C.F. Division - Gangster Theme lyrics

[Intro: Freemurder] Gangsta n***as, what Gangsta b**hes, what Gangsta k**as, what Gangsta n***as, what Straight gangsta b**hes Gangsta b**hes, what Gangsta k**as, 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 k**as, what Gangsta n***as, what Gangsta b**hes, what Gangsta k**as, what Gangsta n***as, what Straight gangsta b**hes, what Gangsta k**as, what Gangsta n***as, 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 who*es Straight jaw bone, f** eatin p**y Straight hormone jumpin when I'm beatin p**y 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 sh** brolic Like brand new gators, yo I love my sh** polish Flip on n***as, till they demolish, abolish Many n***as, friendly n***as turn enemy n***as Burn plenty of n***as, don't tick me n***a Little that you know, that sh** don't offend me n***a And if one of y'all k** me, God avenge me n***a [Hook] *'U.K.' instead of 'Lil' Free'* [Chorus] [Freemurder] Off to the telly, eyes ring me up on the celly All them n***as is fools, satisfy ya belly n***as 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 a** 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 sh**tin f** police, we all hold four heats And put four D's under four seats And on the concrete, waitin for the coroner f** Guliani, Free slaughterin ya Little b**h, years ago, Free ignorin ya Lil' Kim b**hes, 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. sh** we kick to let the Gun blow [Hook] [Chorus] [Freemurder] NYC, gangsta k**a, Brownsville n***as that fake the k**a, be foul k**ed Triggas await k**as, Free pound peel n***as I hate, stealers on some we found sk**s Chill holmes, three round sk** From the four-long, kick pressure, my forearm That sh** 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 sh**tin all in the whip, got you scared as f** 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 k**a'] [Hook] [Chorus] [Outro: ShaCronz (Freemurder)] Hahahaha Yo Freemurder man this is that gangsta sh** man This is that universal gangsta sh** You know that East Coast/West Coast type of sh**, man This is that real sh**, that b-life sh** man We've been doin this sh** 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 sh** on the East Coast man KnowhatI'msayin? Keep that 5 alive, Freemurder Let them know, this is the East side, k**a thrilla d**h row till we die man, word up man Freemurder man, b-life or no life (Oh don't forget them Tomahawks n***a, my pops'll k** you sh** is real, P-Stone, Paroo Bloods, you real like I'm real This is for them gangstas across the world East side homies)