Cutty Mack - Gangster 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 to pump some mo' (Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker YEAH! We riding, 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 teeth So leave with life as long's you come in peace I'm the protocol of all the street rules Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in n***as bleed behind things that I know about Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar Feel me n***a; naw f** that, feel me more And whoever sayin 'f** me' can s** me And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", n***a! YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Hook] [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** you is Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF Sixty shots'll quickly hit you Pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF! 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 Jammin'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 gla** of Bacardi Limon Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the cla**ic - rap You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah! BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Hook] [Interlude] He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!) More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!) Always huntin n***as, never hunted You can bet eleven-hundred - he is [Verse 3: Cutty Mack] (Yeah) As ignorant as it gets Cut Throat the calmest person n***as, push me sh**s (Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back To the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya Lose your face through picture gla**, 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!) 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**h n***a, please come get me - k**a [Royce da 5'9"] (Gangsta!) We ridin, I am gon' die foolin Laws and rules don't apply to ME! [Hook] [Outro + (Royce)] He got yo' motherf**in number! (Gangsta!) Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!) You still gon' die first.. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!) Yeah! (He's a motherf**in gangsta!)